Archive for April, 2017

Dream Journal: 3:34 a.m., Saturday

i’m on the road this weekend, in the town of London, Ontario, taking in the conference: “Brain, Mind & Body: Trauma, Neurobiology & the Healing Relationship”.


we’re going over some serious subject matter: synchrony, attunement, and self regulation: the neurobiology of childhood abuse and neglect, sense of self in trauma survivors, early childhood trauma, unresolved trauma, PTSD and so on.  we’ve already purchased books like “The Body Keeps the Score, Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma”, Bessel Van der Kolk, M.D., (he’s here, presenting at the conference) published in 2015 by Penguin Books.  and “Affect Regulation, and the Repair of the Self” by Allan N. Schore, published in 2003, Norton.  plus a few other super heavy duty titles we won’t get into here.

so me being native, first nations, aboriginal, indigenous, indian, or whatever the label, and knowing the relationship these people have had with the federal government for the past 150 years, you’ll know some of us and our families have experienced unpleasant things, some of which could be: Indian Residential Schools and/or the Sixties Scoop.  (we’re not talking wars here, or natural disasters, we’re talking government policy with the locals)

anyway.  and so we are here and it is now!  we’re in a nice hotel.  and we’re in a nice room with big comfy beds.

i just woke from this nightmare:

i was alone, walking at night, in winter.  the snow covered earth was brighter than the sky, something i’ve seen many times throughout my own many winters.  it wasn’t a well traveled road, more like a country lane of some sort, and i could see to my right, the snow covered fields and in the distance, low rolling hills and beyond: the mighty forest.

it was one of those winter nights where it was an overcast sky and the gentle breeze was out of the south, mild.  there was no noise or light pollution, kind of like being back home, in the old country, up there on “the island”.

as i walked along this path in silence, every now and again i would pass by a very huge and old maple tree on the field.  and behind these trees, i sensed something was out there.

as i continued, the maple trees became younger, and were growing along what would normally be a fence line.  and whatever was out there, was getting closer.

soon i was entering a hardwood forest, mostly young maple trees, thick and black against the snow covered forest floor and the late night overcast sky.  whatever was out there, behind the huge old trees on the field, was now very close, and not just one, but many.

i stopped, turned to the right, faced the forest and whatever it was out there, moving on me, i could see a piece of it.  in the distance i could see one of them, standing behind one of these younger maple trees.  i couldn’t identify what shape it was, all i could see was a black object.

then there was another one, over there.  and yet another, in another place.  and more of them.

i turned and continued but now i could hear something out there, something moving in the darkness.  and i somehow sensed the colour purple, not the blues and greens i usually walk with.

so i turned to face the things and there they were, in with the trees, in with the forest.  i could see them, dark shapes, some of them moving into the flanking positions.  just when i realized what they were about to do, one of them flew out of the darkness to my right and it was a huge black wolf with eyes blazing red, charging right at me.

whew!  you can bet i woke up in quite a state, here in my fancy bed, in my fancy hotel room.

well in a few short hours it will be day 2 at this conference…




NR: start the music!

many moons ago, another life time it seems, there was music group called:  No Reservations.

i was in it.  and believe you me there truly were no reservations about anything when it came to a rock and roll band, your 20’s, and a life on the road!

inexperienced kids going on about things they have no idea: money.

so last night i went to the guitar shop to buy some new guitar strings, in the spirit of the upcoming festival gig; and of course to snoop the hardware:  amps, flashy guitars, and bullshit.  2 chuckle heads were in there, one was the guitar tech. the other some snail in the local what have you, and they were going on about all the crap going on in Canada these days.  i wondered if either of those brainiacs considered going for President.

what noise!

here are the 2 show bizz guitars i’m looking at:


Ibanez hardware:  show bizz only.   let me know what you think:  the brown one or the black one.


on the bus home i had to switch bus rides and found myself outside Venus Envy, looking in!


it really is up my alley.  i’m not a guy who goes to the beach tucked up tight…


last month’s art show came and went (ha!) with not a word about sales!  so we’ll have to take that to accounting and see what is up with anything to do with next year.


funny combo of store fronts!  oh those crazy liberals!  (Bank Street, Ottawa, ON.)


check that out!  there might be people living up there!  that’s the art store on Bank Street, 10 p.m., Thursday night!  wow.  never saw lights on up there before…

NR: a million years ago, before we got up to making records and going out on the road.

it was a great band.  i wonder if it can still BE!

Everywhere: there is art

ah but we move around, going from A to B or beyond, and see a great many things!  as for this artist, you might catch me stopping and staring for a few moments, at the scenes along the way.  or if there is a street musician out there, i’ll definitely stop and give them a listen.  or a sunrise…


Highway 7 at McCowan, Markham, Ontario, April 17.  Listen to THAT!

one adventure comes to an end, maybe we take a couple of days off, and embark on another, the ship of course being YOU!  or me in this case.


At the Hunt Club.

“so word is out! everyone knows. no one says anything but everyone knows.
how totally and completely f’d up is that?
and its all my own! it has nothing to do with anyone else. this is my own story: written, directed, produced, and starring ME!  super f’d.”

Words from: Fighting In Hell, A Sixties Scoop Survivor’s Artistic Journey


Visiting some old friends:  twinravens originals, “Tehkummah Scenes”, 2014-2015, acrylic on canvas board, 7×9 inches, Private Collection.

it really is wonderful to see your work matted and framed and hanging in a place of honour in someone’s home.  i remember creating these pieces.  and it was nice to see them again.  i can look at them and say to myself:  hey!  that’s nice work!


“untitled sketch”, 2017, acrylic on canvas board, 15 x15 inches, available/for sale.

we have to keep moving!  there is a lot more art to see, and a lot more art to create.  i’ve got the big book of “Paintings from A to Z, A history of painting from prehistoric times to present day”, Rebo International b.v., 2006, and when you open it, 768 heavy duty pages, the first thing you see is Leo’s Mona Lisa, c. 1503-17.  but when you turn to “section D” to see what they have to say about da Vinci, the first thing you see is Marcel Duchamp’s Mona Lisa with a Moustache, 1919.  oh those crazy Dadaism cats!

we have to get crazy!  or at least i do.  playing it safe never got me anywhere.



Good Friday!


the gals in Toronto, Good Friday: perfect day for it too!  i wanted to see the Round House museum to the right of this shot but the girls basically said:  this is a “Dork Free” afternoon…  (so no trains.)


lunch upstairs, CN Tower.  that’s Toronto Island Air and you can see Porter Airlines coming in for a landing.


Jazzy Moon gearing up!  of course she just had to go out on that Edge Walk experience.  fearless of heights, she made the walk and as soon as she was back, wanted to do it again.


yeah!  what a walk!  perfect day for it too.  i think the next time we need to bring our old buddy Morgan!


so there it is.  that’s pretty high up for walking around with no hand rails!  of course the harness is secure but still, that is more than a thousand feet up!


a pleasant day downtown.  i was hoping to get back to my river and my range but ah well, soon enough.



Peter Purdy, “untitled”, 2017, acrylic on canvas, 36×48 inches, twinravens collection.

had the night off so i hit the local main drag here in downtown Ottawa, visited the Atomic Rooster and joined in with the opening party for local FN artist, Peter Purdy.  i’ve been a fan of Peter’s work since i first saw his “Hudson Bay blanket” painting way back in…  was it 2006?  Peter has a few irons in the art fire, hosting the local Art Battle and the Life Drawing Sessions right there at the Atomic Rooster, among others.

i’ll never forget what Peter said to me, the first time we crossed paths, back at Gallery 7a, all those years ago.  i walked in one afternoon, he looked me up and down and said:  you must be a musician or an artist.  or both.


me and artist Peter Purdy, show opening, at the Atomic Rooster, April 11.

the house was packed so it was tough getting in for a close look but let me tell you i stopped a few times in front of that piece up there behind us.  didn’t matter where i was in the room, it seemed those eyes were looking at yours truly, good ole ojibwe indian boy from the Spanish River Indian Reserve, Mark Seabrook.

when i buy art it is usually pottery or…  “wearable” art.  but this one, “untitled”, had me in the crosshairs.  Pete wasn’t around at that moment so i just upped and grabbed a red marker from the bartender and put a red dot on the tag.


here it is before the red dot.  that beauty is now in the twinravens collection, in with the likes of artists like Clipper Mole, Lincoln Croft, Martin Panamick, Daphne Odjig, Lynne Gerard, and others.

wow.  it is true.  you CAN, every now and again, be in the right place at the right time.


at night and alone

i wonder at times, often lately, what lies just up ahead not far.  i know i should be paying attention to the here and now, but with the wild goings on in body, mind, spirit, the future, the past, and my many hours alone behind the wheel of a speeding automobile, usually at night, the door is open for a great many things in the future and past.  the past in partic: the many failures in my life.

painting wise:


“Binakwe Geezis”, April 5, 2017, 30×30 inches, acrylic on canvas.  Panel at left:  Private Collection.  Panel at right, upstairs in the main hall.

the moon is up and in full but it is the spring moon and one of the sounds i love to hear is the spring peepers.  back home in the town of Mindemoya, during the 1970’s, i’d go out, looking for that sound.  on the farm, it wasn’t a big trip to find it.  i think i may have heard it last night, far away, but the roar of the traffic on the 401, even my well cared for hearing, had a difficult time tuning it.


“a room in Unionville, Main Street”, Sunday, April 9, 2017″


“the moon over Lake Ontario, on April 9, 2017, south end of Courtice Road,”


“lake Ontario, as seen from the south end of Courtice Road, April 9”

ah but there are shores we have not landed.  my dad reminded me of this and his words, after all these years, came back to me at this moment:  “There are places, boy, no one has ever been.”

and so i rolled down the highway, into the night, the first warm night of the year, wondering, pondering, dreaming, and imagining…   just what is there, up there not far from where we are now?

i had a musical soundtrack for the trip but i found myself listening to this one about a hundred times.


Fire all your guns at once!

and so!  the news around the campfire is the late great N.R., short for No Reservations, the Juno and Aboriginal Music Award nominated six piece musical thunder storm that grew out of the native friendship centre in Sudbury, c. 1994, is getting ready to go again.

kids are grown up!  maybe it IS time for this native rock and roll band from the past, to come back.


NR at the Ottawa Folk Festival, way back in 1999.  a thundering rock and roll show!


NR at the Indian Summer Festival, Milwaukee, 2 weeks later.  a war whooping show!

it was ages ago i know, but i’ve never stopped dreaming about this rock and roll band.  here is a true story:  way back in art school, final year, spring time, 1987, the home stretch and victory tour coming up fast, U2 released The Joshua Tree.  i use to listen to Q107 back in those days and i remember hearing “In God’s Country”, and i remember thinking:  i don’t know how, and i don’t know when, but one day i’m going to be playing guitar in a rock and roll band and playing in a show!

i hope and pray the band can get back together and re fire the monster that was a great party band, show band, and in basic:  a really good time.

nice work.  and so we’ll see if the troops still have it.  i’m sure they/we do.  some rehearsal time of course and maybe a few walks around the block, and a couple of tall glasses of clean water…

Sweet April!

i’m a baseball fan so i’m very happy to be listening to the Bluejays, game one, on the radio and fussing with the paint brushes: now that is a grand work day for an old Ojibwe boy like me.  the sun is blazing.  sweet indeed!


Woodland style Moose with 3 ravens:  acrylic on canvas board, 16×20 inches.  Available, we ship anywhere.

when i was in the art store this morning i saw some pretty huge stretched canvas ready to go.  one of them clocked in at 60×120 inches: wow!  as soon as i saw it my imagination placed this Woodland style Moose on that big canvas, but the complete moose right down to the hoof, with ravens deluxe.  none of this 3 ravens business.  i was seeing 13 of them! and maybe a few hundred stars!  what a picture that would be.


At Toogood Pond, yesterday in Unionville, Ontario, Sunday morning coming down…  Writer:  unknown.  (i love reading/seeing this stuff.)


At Toogood Pond, yesterday in Unionville, Sunday morning stroll.  Artist:  unknown.  (what is the story?  i’d love to sit down and give it a listen.)


Main street, Unionville, Sunday morning, April 2nd.  (so hey…  that house style sure does stir up some ghosts for me!)

i walked the quiet streets, imagining the day when “they” let me go.