Here is a golden oldie! Acrylic on canvas, likely 30×48 inches, c. April 1987.

Mad man Art School days

Mad man Art School days

I kept a journal right through all 3 years of those wild days. Now truth be told you couldn’t get into a lot of trouble as it was Owen Sound, Ontario. A very small school, small classes, in a small town. We started out with 30 plus classmates and at the end of it there were just 7 of us left. It was a good time, like I said, tough to get into any trouble. The folks at the school were good to us and set us up in special studio spaces where we could get dirty.

Third year is when I got busy with the painting. At first I was doing landscapes featuring old Gothic Cottage style houses on the wind swept open ranges of Tehkummah (hmmm… ). Some were attempts at capturing the scene, others were crazy sci fi pictures with giant ravens flying “into the light”, behind the lone house. Raymond, if you’re out there, I know you have a 24×24 of said piece, snap a photo of it and email it over, I’d like to see it again.

One day in January, 1987, I decided to trade in my paint brushes and go abstract. If you check the website you’ll see a red one with a yellow smear: tasty… very tasty. I liked doing that kind of work. The instructors liked it. I remember going into one of the studios and saying to the boys, “Dudes! I have a new one to show you.” They actually dropped their stuff and went running to see it. (When I got it home to Mindemoya one of my idiot and so called friend’s called it psychotic and said I was insane. Good lord I felt like Charlton Heston in the 68 version of Planet of the Apes.)(Needless to say I’ve not sat down and visited with that art critic in over 25 plus years.)

April 1987 is when it all came grinding to a halt: my motel year Sept. 1986 to April 1987, my rock and roll band “The Fuzzy Lines”, the big canvasses, the close knit artist group: whoosh! Right out the window when my time with the program came to an end. I went on to university right after and didn’t touch a brush for 2 years. Or a guitar…

Fun times in March/April 1987

Fun times in March/April 1987

Like I said, I did keep a journal through the whole thing. Those pages are locked up and stored in a cool and dry place. Today we’re working with memory. Looking back, yes it was a glorious time for making art, dabbling, even though in reality it was nothing more than dipping one’s toes into an ocean.

Of course it wasn’t all roses. I must have been one hellish personality as I’ve emailed all my instructors and any classmates I could find online, emailed them within the last 5 or so years and not a one of them will write me back!

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