Blazing Down the Highway Vol. 2

when i’m deep in the city during a heat wave i’m dreaming about one thing! to get back home, back to the range, back to a paradise on earth: Manitoulin Island, Ontario, Canada. a place where this Covid crap just is not an issue. a place where this road rage is for chuckle heads. a place where this heat wave doesn’t mean a thing when you’re… well. on an island. you’re surrounded by the Great Lake Huron: crystal clear waters.

classic unrequited love…

life in the city: scenes in every direction. there are a lot of folks in this town who are just plum off the map!

i split the city around 7 p.m. going solo west bound on Highway 17, with the full moon in the forecast! me being a child of the DARKNESS, the moon and me go way back. there is stretch between Deep River and Mattawa, Ontario, on Highway 17: the wilderness! out there, you can see the moon and the stars or the galaxy without any light pollution and it being alongside a river, you can hear the wild goings on out there in the great wide open. and remember the fragrance of the almighty: it is there. yes there there may be specks of pollution here and there, like the fireflies dancing in every direction, but the fragrance is on full and with a few deep breaths you can feel… almost! like you’re back home.

Back home: sunrise in early July

i made it without incident, arrived at sunrise and man that is a work day: up at 4 a.m. Friday morning. at the office 9 to 5. rigging the rigging till 7. the open highway from 7 until 7! nice one. got home and immediately hit the Blue and Green. which of course means the river too!

The River on Saturday afternoon, July 4

there are so many places of magic along that stretch! this certainly is one of them and i spent many a wonderful hour sitting right there! it was everything i dreamed of and imagined when i was in the city in the grinder in the heat.

Best foot forward, at home, in July, at full moon.

yes i asked for it and i got it! that river is magic. and it is medicinal! and for you folks that believe in “other things”, well they were out there too! i could hear them. and for a few moments i thought we were being infiltrated! i got my phone camera ready to record the situation between me: home owner on my homeland, clearly and identifiable INDIAN and the now infamous “Karen and Becky” team…

weirdly… there were no signs of infiltration after we went out there to check the wire. weird. hmmm.

The Range in early July 2020

it IS very dry this year. and i worry about my willow tree. the yard… not the lawn of years past. but then i’m not home to take care of things.

The famous GREEN and BLUE

that is a morning, afternoon and evening trail for the folks who understand why it is there. and out there, in this photo, in the distance, you can see the crib! that green and blue is a real place of peace and paradise. Shell wants trees on both sides and i said it might take 30 years but hey! there are some trees out there on the right side. maybe it will happen.

that trail: in the glorious summer time: it was before i came back here so it was i know, 5 summers ago at least. one of my super glamorous and supremely gorgeous gal pals was with us and we were on the river together. it was an afternoon in paradise, at the waterfall. as we OD’d on vitamin D, around 4:30 i could tell the weather was changing. i told her it might be a good idea to head back to the house as the rain was coming and a thunderstorm too.

she said she didn’t mind the rain since we were in our bikinis anyway! but i told her i think its going to be a big one! so we started out back to the house down that little trail. in the north we could see the storm approaching.

The Blue and Green before a summer storm

it was like this scene and i said: wow! this is going to be a big one! she said i want to watch it roll over us. well it was a smoking hot 35 C at the very least! i knew the raindrops were going to be BIG!

the sky was filled with sounds!

so we stood there at the place where the cedar grove trail goes up onto the wild hay field and watched it roll in. it was indeed an incredible scene.

The MAGIC of a summer storm!

i said it was a million dollar view and we started walking, barefoot down the almighty. we didn’t get far when boom the storm landed right on us. for some reason we started to run and i’ll never forget. she was as tanned as i, and i saw that tanned and soaked skin of hers, her long black hair soaked and wild all down her back and on her gorgeous face, her beautiful laughter. hands out over the tall grass. those big rain drops running down her arms and down her legs…

i looked down and saw my tanned legs with the rain pouring down them.

we ran all the way down the trail and back to the house where the chilled, very dry chardonnay was waiting for us. what a grand memory.

that was just 5 summers ago now that i think about it. before Jazz went to high school. i’ve been over here now, on the road, for 4 years.
and there is no way i could make that run, not the way i am now. not with the life style i’ve been living…

yes that was a grand and beautiful run. a poetic run! an art run. a run like that goes into your personal history! (i was reminded of said day on the drive back to O Town: i watched a summer storm roll over the La Cloche Mountains at 6 p.m., as seen from Highway 6. what sky scenes and what memories they brought with them!)


That Weekend at the Cottage, No. 6

a love story… as it always is when you’re out there: at the cottage… a weekend for you unlucky folks or for 12 weeks like us lucky folks.

That Weekend at the Cottage, No. 7. A Love Story.

ah yes. i need the time and space of the open range to fire up some exotica! here in the city: there are so many angry people… nothing wrong with the city! it’s the people that make it ugly. and in this town they come in every shape and size.

anyway. i saddled up on Sunday around 530 p.m. and started the long ride back to O Town. it is, like i said, a full 8 hours. no short cuts. but the sky was clear and the full moon was up there! and so we turned that 8 hour drive into a full 12 hours and yes it was magical, wonderful, and glorious. all of what i imagined! all of what i asked for. and wowza!

rolled into O Town just as the light of a new day was starting: what a scene. and what a change of scenery! got to the apt., switched out my jungle clothes for the mild mannered Clark Kent/Peter Parker wear, and hit the office for 9 a.m. yes you can get 20 hours from your day! and you can see a great many things along that way!

Acrylic on canvas board, 7×9 inches, artwork by Mark Seabrook. Private Collection.

and so yes: lucky indeed, once again! there is a golden horse shoe stowed somewhere and let me tell you here and now we want to make sure it continues to be stowed…. yes x 3, Ducky style.

New Painting here soon!

Miigwetch.

a song in closing:

The great rock and roll band: No Reservations

Indigenous Writing

we’re still up here on the swanky 9th: Sunday morning in a blaze of sunshine, clock watching, and fussing with the re do of SUN INFINITY MOON.

Version 2

here is the new cover idea in basic. the artwork is “Feeding the Wolves”, acrylic on canvas, 36×48 inches. the painting is in a private collection on the other side of Canada, last i heard. we’re going to drop the warning on the cover and that will be the end of the “course language” fiasco!

Crossroad Cant, published way back in 1997

i wish i’d kept the review someone sent me of this little book of poems. the woman who reviewed us loved Mary and Ann but hated me and Shafiq. she called my poetry: “the whining and maligning of Mark Seabrook”. ha! i was whining about the 60’s Scoop Experience, racism directed at Indigenous People, culture genocide, the raping of the Canadian environment, the death of a close friend, sweet memory lane and old love stories. so yes, in her view: i was whining and maligning. in my view we were slightly ahead of the curve with said subjects.

the view from the 9th: Saturday afternoon, June 27th

you do not want to see what is below that frame: trust me on that one! inside the 9th we’re in AC and yeah man: we’re chilling.

Beautiful Markham, Ontario, Canada

the sky was filled with drama last night. too bad we had all this crap in the way of seeing such wonder. and don’t forget the roar, the noise and the exhaust that goes with a photo like this… (i’m going back to the range next weekend.)

the utmscribes bit i was going on about yesterday
fun stuff! many thanks to utmscribes!

i like how they didn’t call it whining and maligning! i guess you could say the world has come a long way since 1997.

darn rights!

every now and again i see something on instagram that is worth another look! i like that one.

hmmm…

60’s Scoop: we’ve been there and done that! and let me tell you, that kid, age 0 to 6: that was a nightmare!

Thanksgiving at the River

we shall get ourselves safely back to that river one of these days soon where we can spend the rest of our days in peace.

Paintings, Writings, Music and road tripping Native Style

Power Bird on the Range, acrylic on canvas board, 7×9″, Artist Collection.

in the spirit of Pride, the Power Bird on the Range, artwork by Mark Seabrook. ah yes was it the summer of 2013 when we walked out to what became “the Art Bridge” and re visited our landscape painting? the Art Bridge is part of the laneway into the range, back home on the island. and the “twinravens” landscape is something we were developing way back in art school: many moons ago. developing yes. unfortunately not connecting the dots, never following through. the idea was brewing alright and one day when i get home to the range i’ll snap a photo of one of the paintings from that era, where the brewing was beginning! in recent years, in full brew (ha!), we managed create paintings like this:

For Missing and Murdered Aboriginal Women, Acrylic on canvas, 36×58 inches

i’m pretty happy with that one. many thanks of course to the good folks at Abstract Expressionism, c. 1950.

Body, Mind, Spirit. Acrylic on canvas board, 12×12 inches. Artist Collection.

we’re going to hang onto this one as we were almost there with the idea. what we need though is a block of time back at the bridge! maybe we can get back there in August, as i have been thinking about that one!

Clouds over Lake Mindemoya, acrylic on canvas, 16×20″. Artist Collection.

we want to remember too, that THIS was part of that landscape idea from art school. this one was painted during 3rd year and thank goodness we still have this sketch! the large painting of this idea is the first painting i sold! many thanks to those doctors from Toronto. (Doc: if you’re reading this please contact me as i’d love to see the big painting again.)

Anishnabe at Full Moon, acrylic on canvas board, 16×20″. Artist Collection.

we want to remember we still have this going on and its going to continue to go on!

The Lottery Ticket in Thunderbird Stories Edition One

i want to say Aanii and Boozhoo to any of you folks here from the UTM Scribes on Instagram! “The Lottery Ticket” is a part of the horror story: SUN INFINITY MOON which is my first attempt at a novella.

the famous: Moosonee Proof!

yes we kind of rushed through production last summer and what they gave us was a book full of howling errors! errors like cockroaches, i didn’t see all of them until i started paying attention last autumn. so if you come across one of these copies, what it is is the Artist Proof. sorry about that. it is being retooled and we are soon printing the cleaned up version with a brand new cover. example of howling errors: right there on the cover: the clown changed my “coarse” language to his “course” language…

you see this is what happens when…

yeesh.

anyway. we move forward.

Very much still active a full 25 years later!

the famed twinravens Summer Mission Statement. words we lived by up until just a short 4 years ago when this road trip started. we have had bits and pieces of this mission statement covered since but some that have not been covered are: “swim out beyond the confines of the cover, into the big water where the big fish like to go”, “spend a morning, afternoon and evening with your mom and dad and have them tell you about the times when they were your age”, and “design your own tattoos”. my tattoos have faded away, now long gone. (Meen Geezis translates to: Berry Moon, or July)

Page 178, from INFINITY

yes there is a lot of coarse language and mad capped high jinx going on within the pages of INFINITY but the same can be said about SUN and MOON. this ain’t no Indian Disneyland type story.

Refer to: this piece at cbc.ca

The Doc Project·Personal Essay

My adoptive parents tried to erase my Indigenous identity. They failed.

Kim Wheeler was adopted during the Sixties Scoop and fought to find her way back to her culture

Kim Wheeler · Posted: Jun 18, 2020 5:29 PM ET | Last Updated: June 18

well that is Kim Wheeler’s tale. mine is quite different. my parents did NOT try to erase my Indian identity. what they did instead was save my life.

but going through that adventure: The 60’s Scoop, for me, sure did open a lot of doors where a natural born artist like me can stand and see a great many things, people included. i was one of the lucky ones.

Words and music by Shag Shaganash

i didn’t write any part of that one. that’s all Shag and his work. but that’s my band and lets hope and pray one day we get that show back on the road. the world could use some NR.

Words by Mark Seabrook, Music by Shawn Corbiere, Vocal by Jen B.

i did write the words to this one and you can hear in the lyrics: that 60’s scoop experience… many thanks to Mr. S.C. for the music and the great Jen Brunelle for the vocal. Danny Boy on the drums! (Hey that record was nominated for a Juno Award! just saying.)

well we are here and it is now: we’re on the swanky 9th. the cook is working up something very nice for lunch and the afternoon is all ours: what to do with Saturday afternoon?!!! ha ha. i say that knowing the mad capped twinravens classic: “What to do with Sunday afternoon?” (on my youtube channel), some of you found offensive and accused me of being obtuse!

Summer in the city

what we have to do is make up our mind which is our best foot and put it forward! GO!

Summer Solstice

wow! i’m at home, on the range, south east Manitoulin Island, in a paradise! peace, blue and green in every direction this Sunday morning. mega wowza!

My Home on the Range: I’d drive all night to get back home.

and i did drive all night to get back home! i split O Town around 8 p.m. Friday, after all was said and done at the office. the temperature was way the flipping up around 32 C, boiling hot and brutal in the city. folks over there sitting on their pavement and concrete, sitting in their shades, fussing and seriously fuming in that urban nightmare. i looked it over, chuckling, knowing full well that i had a place of peace just 8 short hours down the open highway.

Last week’s weather forecast, O Town.

it was a smoker of a day over there and i was glad to be leaving! glad to be leaving the city heat and the nightmarish city scenes: folks in all sorts of distress.

Highway 17 between Deep River and Mattawa, around midnight.

like i said before: there is no short version to the drive from O Town to the range: it is all of 8 hours. so my thing is, lets make a night of it and pull over along the way to see the stars and to smell the landscape in the boon docks section where there is big time no light or noise pollution. the scene above though: they’re fixing a bridge out there and its down to one lane.

Nice work!

with all that alone time you can take a few moments to think about the work day, business week and the scenes along the way. this instagram post caught my attention!

Fostex plugged into MacBook: digitizing old twinravens songs!

when you’re sitting at the starting point of an 8 hour drive you almost wonder if its worth the time and effort. had i stayed in the city i’d be back to fooling around with the old Fostex plugged into the computer but i’d been working on that every night of the work week and of course i saw the forecast for saturday!

Saturday afternoon, June 20th.

a heat wave doesn’t mean a thing when you have a river running through it! and we surely do out here on the open range!

My home sweet home!

there she is! at around 130 yesterday afternoon, smoking hot, a gin and tonic, and mission accomplished: home and exactly what i imagined during the work week. definitely worth an 8 hour drive turned into about 12 hours on the road, over night.

at home with the river

she said: you have beautiful legs. (how nice of her!)

anishnabe sun worship

okay so maybe i don’t have the figure i had a short 4 years ago but one thing is for darn sure: yesterday’s round of sun worship was exactly what the doctor ordered! and exactly what i’d imagined! and this old boy is still on the mend! i hope to be back to my “old self” soon!

a summer evening at home

gosh it is hard to believe i’ve been living on the road going on 4 years… hopefully by the time i get back there will be a deck on the front of that house! when it gets there and when i get there i’m going to crack open something very tasty and sit down out there, enjoy my view, thank my lucky stars, and remember too my many nights in the city.

an artist alone in the city

but we are here today and it is NOW! it is a paradise in every direction out here: bird song in every direction and the quiet sounds of the river. yes sweet yes! it is wonderful be here at home. much love!

Love Song No. 6

as some of you may know: ages ago i was in an amazing all native rock and roll band. we grew out of the drama team at the N’Swakamok Native Friendship Centre over there in Sudbury, Ontario. ah but those were some glorious and exciting times!

on stage at the Northern Lights Folk Festival (ages ago!)

the band was called No Reservations and gosh they were a wild bunch! some day we need to write a book about that one.

and so around that time, i bought a Fostex brand 4 track recorder which used basic cassette tapes. i’d plug a cassette in there and use those 4 tracks to try and make something song wise i could take to the band. of course we had that Fostex sitting around at the party house too and some mighty weird songs were recorded on there including the infamous: What to do with Sunday Afternoon… (also on my Youtube channel, warning: coarse language and sexual content in that song!)

anyway: the Fostex and all those original tapes lay buried in a plastic bin back home on the range, for who knows how long. about 5 years ago someone who knows how to transfer these old analog tapes to digital went to work on a few of them and we ended up with some snap shots of the past, which we still need to make videos for and post them to the twinravens youtube channel. for kicks you see!

recently though i was given a gizmo that connects a guitar into a computer to record on Garage Band. this thing is an Apogee brand “jam” connector. the line in is the 1/4 inch jack and the line out is this magic whatever it is that turns your guitar into a digital. but instead of plugging the quarter inch line in jack from the guitar i plugged the far end into this Fostex and boom: we can hear all these old tapes once again but this time on computer. super fun stuff especially as some of this “insane and abstract” music hasn’t seen the light of day since 1995. like: The Shadow of You. (yikes! what a song!)

anyway. i haven’t got the details sound wise figured out: how to mix these four tracks into the digital without a lot of back ground noise, buzz, and all that crap that goes with a jangle of wires all over the table top. and i’m no ACE when it comes to using Garage Band! i’m still trying to figure that one out!

but here is Love Song Number 6 for you! fussed with last night to the tune of a half a dozen beers, a lot of wiggling and waggling of wires and yes the mix is very muddy, but this is our first run at reviving these old tapes and putting them on the youtube air.

Fostex analog to Garage Band digital, first attempt.

i think i wrote and recorded this in 1994 when the band was starting up and really getting going. we were a rock and roll band so this song definitely didn’t make the set list.

i put this cheesy video together last night after fussing for several hours with the sound and those measly 4 tracks! (gosh the business of recording sound, songs and so on is time consuming! best not to be consuming a half dozen beers along the way… (we’ll try it again on the sober straight and narrow very soon!)) the drawings in the video come from that time! those are drawings of mine from a sketch book dated 1994/1995. you’ll even see the famed Stacie from Malibu in there! gosh she was a thunderbolt!

anyway! there it is! my first attempt to revive these old songs of mine that never made the No Rez set list or album list. i had a lot of fun trying to figure this out last night and yes, those tasty German beers can become a diversion in the process but you have to remember last night it was a blistering 30 C plus! up here on the 3rd floor it was smoking hot! we were down to our bikinis!

Me and Shag going to work in No Reservations

ah but the music business was fun and how i would love to get back into it. but a fella like me needs a band and right now my band is working other irons in other fires.

the glass ain’t half empty/full, its BONE DRY!

you see in the band i was never one of the vocalists. we had 3 good singers up front and that is where they’re supposed to be! a voice like mine just couldn’t run in that race but i was mighty happy to be in there on one of the guitars.

ah for kicks here is another one of the Fostex tapes digitized by one of the lads who really knows how to make the sound proper and clean. well, as clean as it can be considering the tape is 25 years old! (this is what Love Song Number 6 is supposed to sound like, less the tasty German pilsners!)

WARNING: Coarse language and sexual content.

made up on the spot, Sunday morning, Suds, 1995

this is one of those songs made up on the spot: no lyrics written, just made up as the tape rolled. same with the guitar, i picked up Shag’s 12 string and hit the record button. you can hear Shag in the back at the beginning, he’s cooking up breakfast. that’s also Shag in the background vocal which is kooky as he is a LEAD vocal!

here is what the band really sounds like, with all the bells and whistles of a fancy studio production:

Nice work!

so i’ll go back to work on those old cassette tapes and see what we can scrounge up in the lost songs/Fostex dept. (might be best to start the project in the morning minus the German pilsners! ha!)

and that’s the story behind: Love Song Number 6. words and music by Mark Seabrook. artwork too, drawn over the fun times of 1994 and 1995. what art fun!

Blazing down the highway!

401 West bound, Friday night

and so with tunes blasting i hit the open road on Friday night going in the direction of the kook city: Hog Town. back in days of old i’d keep it in the left lane with that big 454 under the hood snarling and barking the entire way, flames pouring out the exhaust pipes! windows down, long hair flying, 2 door hard top, 8 track plugged up good and tight with things like Venus and Mars.

you might want the head phones on for this one!

but things of course have changed! that little BLEUE sports car of mine is a right lane only type car. that little mule under the hood can barely keep up with the posted speed limit never mind venturing into the left lane. my how times have changed. the plus side being it costs about 12 bucks to go from O Town to Hog Town and if you have time on your hands: well you know.

a change in music for a change in the what is and what have you…

nice sound system in the BLEUE car. Jazz has us wired up somehow so the phone plugs in there and whoosh: the world wild library avail. but. when you’re in the right lane the entire way, things are diff. (you might want the headphones on for this one!)(i like that piano and bass line bit at around 3:28)

Saturday morning as seen from the swanky 9th

when your presence is requested at the highest level, me being the good Anishnabe that i am, we answer that call! and so we are there as assigned.

letting them breathe

the cook had us wonderfully set up and what a grand and glorious lunch it was! that leg of lamb presented like a magazine cover and i thought about those days in Scotland, wandering their landscape for a rack of. well the cook on the 9th, she had us squared away nicely and wowza! what a feast.

feeding the wolves, acrylic on canvas, 36×48 inches, Private Collection.

i wondered about a field full of sheep over on the range, on the south side of the river, so maybe i could have a rack of lamb on any given Sunday but then where we are… with coyote and wolf deluxe, bear too, maybe it would be like the corn i had in my garden that one year…

another life time ago!

a very wise old man, many moons ago, once said to me: if you’re a farmer-farm it. if you’re an artist-wear it. i’ve been wondering about the roads leading in diff directions over the past several months as we bring this chapter to a close.

classic rock and roll photo: NR with 5 minutes to go!

true: i would love to see the music come back to life. visual art is slick but i’m on my own with that one. with music you have the band. with live music you have the rig, the band, the audience and the to and from. (i wonder if a helicopter could pick me up at my island hide out… )

check out the heavy duty lyrics!

at anyway: the road trip is over and the BLEUE is parked, we’re safe and away from that. wondering now: okay, where are we off to next?

Early Summer 2020

the mad goings on over here in the slab are forever, 24 and 7, and in every direction. we’re in here thick and surrounded. but there is a place! and we have the good fortune of the ways and means of blasting our way out.

the front lawn in early June 2020

i know it’s a mess but this is what happens when my boots are not on that ground. that lawn, given my free hand, can look like this!

nice work: lawn care by yours truly, from a long ago August evening
Ten Mile Point at Sunrise

as usual on a Friday in June i hit the office from 9 to 5 and then started out on the road home around 8 p.m. i had to pull over and see the moon, the moonlight, the stars and smell the glorious things in the deep dark woods between Deep River and Mattawa, after midnight. AND hear the far away sounds: frog songs a thousand yards away. a bird at night. but on this trip, no far off train rattling through the wilderness. it was just me and things mentioned. absolutely everything i asked for. what glorious moments. i turn that 8 hour drive into 12 hours and so arrived at sunrise: Ten Mile Point, on Manitoulin Island, and saw this! wowza!

waiting for the full moon on June 6th

the grand lady of the house was having a party and so it was a busy scene up there in the crib: cooking, mostly. me doing most of the cooking of K but here is the scene after sunset: waiting for the full moon, the Strawberry Moon too! if you know the story there is real reason to go out there and celebrate. which of course is what we were doing! (by this point in time i was working on 2 hours of sleep in the past 2 days!)

good old blue eyes

this is one of the cats the folks rescued and old UE seems to be settling in, going on several years now. you might remember the story of when he/she first arrived on the range, autumn ages ago. i was sitting at my dining table around 6 p.m. in early September and saw something white at the very top of a far away tree to the east. there were ravens and crows circling the tree and i wondered what in the what the is up there? yup! it was UE up there, as a kitten, trying out his/her new jungle claws. the way i saw it: if you can find your way up there, you can find your way down, and so never called the local fire dept. (i’ll see if i can find that photo to share with you.)

UE is one of 4 cats on the range

they’re living the good life out there: lots of birds and mice to harvest and who knows what all else…

there she is: running with or without us…

i hope to get back to this again like i have in the past: 8 weeks of sun worship and thanksgiving. July and August on the range, how lucky i have been in the past to be there and see it for 60 days!

Shell with her new Eagle Feather

that’s her office up there on the hill and she’s got a brand new eagle feather in her hand. Sunday morning with the clock ticking: we had just a few hours to go before the bug out: back to the cities. a bit of a bluesy thought: we get home and like any sane person: why would you want to leave? truth is you don’t want to leave a paradise on earth but… that is the way of it for now.

found poetry, repurposed book 5: fun stuff!

That Weekend at the Cottage, No. 6. it is a run on poem in this repurposed book, turned into fun stuff, art journal, diary, mad house, spooksville, and general issue hub bub ranging from late December last year to now, and with a hundred pages to go, likely into somewheres in July. for more info on the repurposed book/art journal visit the twinravens youtube channel.

and so the world’s people have gone mad. or at least 50% of them. but the world goes along without us. i was down at South Baymouth on Sunday morning and the old drunken sailor we saw there at 7 a.m. said the water in Lake Huron hasn’t been that high in 20 years! well i’m an old sailor too and i said: 25…

(i was there to see it!)

yes this old world doesn’t need us crazy humans to get along. with that in mind, i have my acoustic guitar tuned to play Led Zep’s “That’s the Way” and since my sweet Jazzy Moon is out on her first sleep over in over 3 flipping months, it is just me here which means i can get that big old acoustic rumbling and see if my voice is wiggly enough for my best Robert Plant! one more Warsteiner should loosen the rig and get the wiggly we need to play such a thing.

i won’t share with you my version of “That’s the Way” so here is the real deal off LZ3.

Art school sound track

(better put the headphones on for this one!)

I’ll Admit it…

My favourite conductor of all time is:

What a performance!

Of course I’m a fan of Ravel’s Bolero (page 36 in the Artist Proof of SUN INFINITY MOON) but I love seeing the conductor in action. This guy is AWESOME as far as my books go. You might want the headphones on for this one.

Otherwise there is not much to report in this uncivilized place: the capital city: O Town. (Refer to the descriptions leading off page 36 in said novel!)(ha!)

Back home in Mindemoya, in my mom’s writing room.

What a mess of papers there on the left but it was a glorious room to write in. This was back in or around that insane summer of 1995: flipping WILD! In the photo I’m using a manual typewriter to work on SUN, time is around dusk, the last of the day light it out there to the west, above us: the island night. Beautiful. How grand it would be to go back to that point in time, with what we know now…

alone at Carter’s Bay in a long ago summer time

Sweet summer is rolling up on us fast and I’m still here, in the slab. Full moon of June is rolling up on us too, I hope I don’t miss that one! Not sure where Shell was on the day I snapped this one but I know I was on the east side of Carter’s Bay, zipping a shiraz from south east Australia and gosh the mighty Lake Huron was quite loverly.

Nice work if you can get it!

And you can get if you try! Acrylic on canvas board, 16×20 inches, from a long ago summer… Who has this? Write me!

That August day back in 2016…

It was an hour after our summer guests departed and left me there on the range very much alone. Alone after 4 weeks of hosting. It was worth it! And I managed to get a pretty decent tan along the way but gosh I was tired. But it was worth it!

The Great Jasmine Moon

The clock is ticking like never before. My walking papers are imminent. The empty nest looms gigantically. She is getting ready and I’ll soon be let go. Word around the camp fire is I’m off to the master bedroom over at the mansion which sounds wonderful but my days of cooking and clearing for my old buddy Jazz will soon be at their end.

At Providence Bay on Labour Day Weekend, Monday night, everyone has gone home.

I’m not sure when that was, year wise, possibly the night before the start of grade 6? I wrote it all down but I don’t have the stuff handy here. (We’re on the road.)

Well Bolero is over with. Can’t go back and play that one again. Maybe it’s time for Bruckner’s 7th Symphony.

Wednesday night in the slab: some folks out there are having a good time! You can hear them! Whooping it up. Good for them!

And in closing: with the mad goings on in this world these days:

Nice work.

Us real Indians deal too! I would know.

Road Trip

my test came back negative so i made the drive with my old buddy Jasmine Moon, leaving the slab at 6 and gosh it was hot and slimy! it was so humid, deep in the slab, you’d break a sweat just by blinking your eyes! we managed and were soon blazing down the 416 with “Daddy’s oldies rock” playing:

if you can, put the head phones on for this one. its fun introducing a much younger generation to some music that made me stop and listen, all those years ago. as for me now: rolling down the highway, memory lane too, with this one… well lets just hey Tray! it’s been many a moon.

Variety on Saturday

we had a stash of refreshments and my thing is this: when in the swanky 9th, swank up the splash as well as you’re able.

Older photo of the drive, from before the Scotland trip?

the road into the swanky 9th: gosh it’s a flash address and we’re mighty happy to be invited to join the party. the AC is what we were dreaming about seeing how back in the other slab it was 40C on Wednesday. it was a mind boggling 30C at 1 a.m. Thursday morning! (that’s crazy.) when we arrived last night at midnight, it was a mighty cool and dry 12C. quite a change from a few short hours before!!! 2 slabs though, mighty diff!

Stacie from Malibu, Sharpie marker on 50 lb 8.5×11″ paper, artwork by Mark Seabrook.

oh my goodness Stace: if you could have seen what we saw, the sunset last night and the music along the way:

Classic Art School soundtrack

when we were pow wow dancers, remember how we pondered the idea of taking the outfits to mod music? what a dance that would have been! (of course i remember how you loved the sunsets and the open road.)

Art Journal: Moose, inspired by Norval M., artwork by Mark Seabrook

that would be Art Journal Book 5! wow! drawing on May 27th. what an art making adventure, perfect for switching gears as we’re away from painting big pictures while i sort out the differences between my old brand, Stevenson Professional, and my new brand, Golden Heavy Body. sadly, we’ve been away from painting big pictures going on 3 months now. lucky for me though the sharpie marker and repurposed book is always handy and who knows what fun things can be created on such small places.

and so we’re on the open road: it’s a beauty view from up here, the swanky 9th is a crib at the very least, and we’re happy to be here. the days, weeks, months and years flashing past, people too…

Flashing back to that summer on the farm, when she introduced me…

we need to do what we can to go in peace.

we have no idea what is going to happen over the next several days and weeks. one thing is for sure, lets hope and pray we, me in partic, don’t come across any “Karen” or “Ethel” cats either here in the city or back on our homelands, and who was that local guy at the Snore Bay Farmer’s Market who called me: a disgrace to my race… who was that guy?

5 minutes before show time: many moons ago

when you’re a person of colour, which i surely am, your steps… well let’s just say what an old man from Belarus once said to me: “to be human is difficult at times. so let god allow you to arrive safely.”

i say miigwetch to those good word.

chilling in December 2019, also many moons ago…

Air on a G string…

we’re back in the… city. ugh. what a mess, especially in this day in age. but there are magical places out there! we had the good fortune of going to one of them: home sweet home: the Range, backwoods Tehkummah, south east corner of Manitoulin Island. arrived at 2 a.m. Saturday and saw the Milky Way, first time in 9 months.

there is no short version to that drive: it is fully 8 hours from here to there.

but it WAS mega worth it: photo taken on Saturday night.


we broke out of the city on Friday night and it was a chore seeing how the local monkey extras who didn’t make the front line in the movie: Planet of the Apes, were out there on the dreaded 417 at 530 p.m. it truly is a nightmare, driving out of the city, at that hour of the day on that day.

that is the world these days: Friday at around 5 p.m. in a city… anywhere in the world.

once we broke loose and 8 hours later i was standing on the lawn at home. i put some binocs up to my eyes and saw not only the Milky Way, but beyond! New Moon: the skies were i live: no light or noise pollution! and no neighbours! no one around. quiet. above: the night hawk. in the fields far away: the frogs by the thousands. the river out front not far. the air filled with the scent of poplar.

i love it all! as i always do. and of course if you’ll remember: Saturday, May 23rd, was up around 30 C plus!

when it’s 30 C up here in the north country: that calls for some sun worship! worshipping anything else is just a bunch of sick old men!

i wiggled into my own version of, and started the music! i know a lot of folks just can’t do that sort of thing: and so we leave them behind where they belong. i instead: want to open that hot and mighty bottle of expensive ultra RED from overseas, $180 a toast should be worth something down there! HA!

the river was running fast and cold. clear too.

Saturday night at dusk… gosh. what a paradise. i stood on my west deck and watched the stars come out one at a time. a thousand frog songs in the distance. the night hawk up there in the darkness.

a photo of the magic land and the mighty river:

it’s running like that as of this morning: very dangerous! we have to remember it will run along never minding any of us!

funny and peculiar how the world works: this stupid pandemic and the almighty laughing! kooky.