Abundant Clematis

This week, while out walking under trees in my neighbourhood and admiring other people’s gardens, I came upon some tremendously beautiful clematis. This spring I’ve been restraining myself from photographing every flower I see, particularly those that I have many photos of.  I’ve been doing better this year at stopping to admire scilla, crabapples, lilacs, lilies of the valley, irises without always pulling out the phone. However, there’s a limit to restraint and these flowers were it!  Here’s a photo of them from midweek.


Violet and Lilac

Last week, I printed the Sisters of Mercy linocut with the violet ink tinted with white. It’s on a pale blue Japanese paper with long fibres that I like. Then, on the weekend, I was out of town in Prince Edward County in Ontario. The countryside was filled with lilacs–lining the roads and lanes and in the small towns. Many were pale lavender but some were a deeper hue and even pinkish. As I admired their beauty and scent, I thought that the violet of the print had happily followed me into nature. The mercy of lilacs!

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Some Thoughts About Hatred

I’ve been working on several art projects as once.  I’ll be completing the linocut from my last post. Meanwhile, I’ve taken some time to edit linocuts and poems for printing. When I get the physical postcards back from the printer, I’ll show them to you.

As I work and go about my days, part of me is always contemplating the climate of hatred in North America–the new president of the U.S., his withering executive orders, the recent murder of 6 muslim men at worship in Quebec City, Canada….

I’ve been thinking about hatred, which when left unexamined seems to me the curse of our species.  Perhaps there are some people in the world who have never felt hatred, but I believe these would be in the great minority. Hatred, being a human emotion, is something any of us can feel.

I have found myself wishing to abolish hatred. However, when I’ve thought more closely about this, I realize that the greatest ill is not the hatred in our hearts. If we do the hard work of deeply looking at ourselves, we can develop the capacity to understand why we hate–what pain we have suffered that the hatred has arisen from–and not project this onto scapegoats. We have the capacity, then, to turn aside from violence of word and action. Instead, I see the greatest ill is when influential people stoke hatred and create scapegoats to gain power. This is what is most disturbing to witness at this time, both here in North America and overseas.

I didn’t know if I’d write about this on what is an art blog. Or tell you how fantastic the women’s march in Toronto on January 21st was. However, since I don’t work in a vacuum and since we are living in a critically important time in history, you have this post from me. The photo I’ve chosen is an antidote to hatred that I took several years ago while visiting friends in Saskatchewan.

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Afternoon Light

It’s late in 2016.  Late afternoon today the sun came splashing its light across the room.

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Milne on my Travels

Recently we were travelling in the countryside in Ontario where we spent some time on Lake Kashagawigamog. On the grounds of what was once a resort, I sat on the screened-in porch of the former lodge, turned community centre. There, I felt transported back to David Milne’s time. He was fresh on my mind after my last post that relates to him. The humble, beautiful woods, rocks and lake seemed places he could have been in and made art work about.

Ever accompanied by my trusty iPhone, I took photos while sitting quietly on the lodge’s porch. Because the building evoked an earlier time–including my own early childhood at my grandmother’s house in the 1940s and 50s–I shot some of the photographs in black and white. Here’s a few of the ones I took.

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Lace in the Sky

I often look up at the trees and sky as I walk in Toronto.  This beautiful spring, the first buds looked like lace to me.  I’ve loved watching the trees begin to flower, the changes visible just days apart. Here’s photos of the same trees taken on April 28, May 2, 5, 6 and 9.  I’ve posted them in that order.LaceLace2Lace3Lace4Lace5


At Riverdale Farm

I could probably have called my entire blog “Wandering Around.”  So, here’s more wandering photos from this past Saturday when I went to Riverdale Farm, a small urban farm that was once the site of a zoo in Toronto.  Now, it is home to beautiful gardens and a few non-human animals who shelter in barns and graze in paddocks. Last Saturday many parents and small children were there enjoying the sunshine and other animals.  Most of us were taking photos.  Here’s some of mine, including humorous scenes of the sheep eating away.  I love those animals and have become closer to them in recent years through felt making.

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