Archive for September, 2017

life and times of a famous native canadian artist…

ha!  i say that jokingly!  because i’m out here on the range, going on 21 days now without a note of art conversation, idea expressed verbally, or hint of a hand to hold while under the mighty Milky Way.  she’s new moon boys.  and so, alone under the almighty, with eagles roosting down by the river (what music they make first thing in the morning!) and the great wide open:  there is room to stretch the “art making arms”.  we have some good looking pieces but we’re also getting down to the bottom of the paint barrels.

so last night around 7 i stowed the gear, set a table for one, lit a candle, cracked open a Paul Jaboulet Aine Cornas Domaine de Saint Pierre (2012), sparked up the youtube for a little dinner music and instead got attracted to a documentary about alien abductions.  i watched the nutty scenes, heard the kook house stories, heard the so called experts blabbering on about all this stars and moon and space stuff and…  well the truth is i didn’t know if it was the creep show scenes they were mustering in the doc (the greys were coming out of a bright white light), the gacked out music on the doc soundtrack, the fancy French Rhone, or the 21 days alone at sea, but somehow that alien abduction jazz started rattling my rusty cage!

i put my knife and fork down and looked out the jumbo windows which face the east, they were wide flipping open of course, and kind of wondered if there was anything out there.  the pooch was sitting at attention, head up, ears tuned into something going on out there to the north east.  you have to remember:  out here in the boons, there is no light pollution, no noise pollution, no neighbours, and a whole lot of SFA once the lights go out.  SFA i mean if your jiggly mind doesn’t start playing tricks.

of course we have this guy, Roger, in the house.  Shell brought him in from Ottawa and so here he is, in the house, staring at yours truly, Travis Walton wannabe/Little Boy Blue, alone at his dining table…


well 21 day days alone…  (see what i mean?), nights too, might cause a fuss when you’re sailing across the universe.  slip that stupid documentary with the spook house scenes in there and you’re cooking with gas.  so i booted up my Facebook and wrote a farewell message to the world, going on about this alien abduction thing and told them i was tired of hiding behind the couch with my bottle of french vin and was going to scurry off to bed, like Yoda in his death scene.

i got up to my room with a view and saw this guy staring at me!!!


“An Ojibwe in Quebec:  A Self Portrait on June 14th”, 2004, acrylic on canvas, 22×28 inches.  Morgan H. Collection.  (We’re holding onto it for now.)

so by this point in time i’m about ready to soil my drawers.  i thought a little night music might help ease the creeps and me into la la land so i hit the random button on the remote and on came this:

(note the house on the open range and the one tree…  )(looking kind of like a place we sort of know…  )


my crib, on the open range…


sunrise on the range, Sept. 21.  the last full day of summer…

and so!  i made it through the night.  i did NOT get abducted by aliens, at least not that i can remember, Roger is still over there gawking at me, and “A Self Portrait on June 14th” is still in the collection here, on hold.  i thought i’d jump in the car and take a little ride into the city and see the madness first hand, up close, where i could catch a whiff, and maybe dust off the cobwebs that will surely develop after 21 days alone at sea, but a cooler and calmer mind at the other end of a long distance phone call this morning put those plans on ice.

and so it is back to the brushes, here, deep in Indian Summer, safe and sound back on earth.


amusing adventures!


fake dirty hands!  (on the set of the film: Through Black Spruce, Monday afternoon!)


no jewelry on my fake filthy hands!!!  and i left it with the wardrobe girl!!!  (had to go all the way back to Sudbury and get the almighty on Tuesday!!!  (had a chance to drive past skid row for a lunch time looksie too, so all wasn’t lost.))


fake dirty boots, and fake dirty jeans!  i love the movies!  (Through Black Spruce, by Joe, you know how i feel about that news item so we’ll just leave it alone.)


thank you for a good time!  these jars of Stevensons Paint, made in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, are the last of my big paint purchase, 2001.  16 years ago!!!  wowza!  i know it was me and Shell at the factory, slapping down the plastic to the tune of about 800 smackeroos.  this was in the time of the Great Mrs. H., and before the time of the Great Jasmine Moon!  before!!!  well folks:  i scraped out the last of the Phthalo  Blue yesterday and am about to scrape out the last of the Phthalo Green today…  i’m thinking about a special send off for these dear friends, my fave colours, used in all of my paintings since 2001…  (if you have one of my paintings and if there is a little bit of blue or green in them, it came from one of these jars..  (getting a bit misty eyed here going down memory lane…  ))

well you have to know:  an artist and their colours, hey!  that is a brotherhood or sisterhood!  the loyal order of!  needless to say i’ll be wiggling into my “dark city boy” outfit and making a trip BACK to Stevensons Paint on Warden, for some fresh replacements.  that should be happening very soon.

artist in October

said “dark city boy” outfit, as sported in the time of Island Park.  we’re a long way from there, in now with where eagles fly.  no need for an outfit like this out here but when you’re in with the wilds of the city, a costume comes in handy.

speaking of costumes:  the Witches Gathering is coming up soon!!!  so lets start imagining what that looks like!  ah yes!  many amusing adventures indeed!

indian summer paradise!


the Saturday afternoon blast!  how perfect!


we can’t be working all the time!  the paint brushes and colours sometimes have to wait.



Saturday morning on the range: what a beauty!


at Red Lodge, Lake Manitou, Manitoulin Island, in August:  hey if it keeps up this way through the day, i might just call those folks and ask them to save me my favourite table!


new work at Neon Raven Art Gallery, M’Chigeeng Indio Rez, delivered 2 days ago!


that Mother Earth idea is still brewing…  i got to thinking about it how it might fit nicely with that Bear Clan idea.

but for now we have to get busy and get the painting done before noon!  if it goes up like advertised, temperature wise, five will get you ten says we have a serious date with the river!

Indian Summer

what beauty days indeed!  it can be tough sometimes for an artist who is fussing with the brushes to remain focussed when the skies are blue and bright, hot, and there is a river flowing through the front yard!


the Manitou is a roar!  clear and cool but perfect for those hot September afternoons.


all summer it has been blasting through here but these days it seems to want some artist friends.


a little Indian Summer tanning along side the water snake!  (not pictured!)


oh my goodness those bubbles are worth an hour or two!


good old “Wiggly, the water snake” is in there some where.  no sign of “Snappy, the snapping turtle”.


that little green space is an island and perfect for 2 Muskoka chairs.  usually i mow that grass and turn it into a room with a view but this year the river was thundering through there, completely not safe!  (this is also the place where “Snappy” likes to catch a few rays.)


and so she roars down stream, night and day.  that section is in front of the house.  sweet!


there is still time to work on that sassy tan line!  (ha ha!)


oh heavens yes!  there will be plenty of time at night to fuss with the paint brushes!


but for now, during the last of the hot afternoons, there is time to fool around in the river!


In September, on the range

been out here ten days on my own and thank goodness the last 5 have been a blaze of sunshine!  that blaze surely does make for some awesome green and blue!


the range:  Sept. 9th, at sunrise.  i have since mowed down that lawn!  the party crowds have gone home, and Jazz is in the capital city with sister Morgan, Shell is down south.  it wasn’t such an earth shaker this time around, the Tuesday after Labour Day.  i guess i’ve made peace with it, accepted it, and must carry on.


sunrise on the range:  sometime in August, now long gone.  it is the time of the crickets!  and as an artist friend recently wrote:  “we have a million of those, unseen”.  they’re out there somewhere, right now as i write.  plus bluejays, crows and earlier this morning, there was an eagle to the east, singing its song!


the river continues to roar, at full stream!  won’t be long before the salmon are making their way up that little waterfalls.


sunset on the range:  this was a few days ago, once the rain had let up for good.  i missed the real scene by 10 minutes!!!  the lighting, just earlier was incredible.  and i missed it.


sunrise on the river: peace baby!  we’re a long way from the metro, out here!


“Looking For Venus”, acrylic on canvas board, 16×20 inches.  this piece has made it through another summer, hmmm.  it might be time to retire this one.


“Moose Nahmiwan and Great Grandson (me!)”, acrylic on canvas board, 9×12 inches.  i got to looking at this one and started thinking about the old and long gone grandfather.  so the story goes, his name was Moses.  no one ever called him that.  from what i understand the old man was called Moose.  after looking at the picture, it was on the sales table for 3 months, here, there and every flipping where, i decided to pull this one back.  i’m always looking for an idea with a great personal story and maybe…  could this be one of them?  we’ll soon see as i try it on a canvas and switch out the whites for some woodland colours.

well anyway: gosh it is tough to focus on the paint and the brushes when you’re on an autumn paradise like this one!

Labour Day Weekend

i watched the last of the August shadows fade away last night, here on the range, alone, with a glass not half empty!  i had the Chet Baker playing in the kitchen, the windows wide open: the landscape was at peace, this boy was sitting pretty, looking out the window, using the imagination.


Cube Gallery, Wellington Street, Ottawa, Ontario, on August 30th.  i was going to say stop by there and see some of my work on canvas but as it turns out, i think they’re sold out!  we’ll fix that before 2 weeks into September.


“Dream Weaver Dream Catching”  acrylic on canvas, 30×40 inches, and SOLD!


The scene at Ten Mile Point, highway 6, Manitoulin Island, Thursday morning, August 31.


when i look back at the summer’s adventures the one wild time that stands out for me is the band, No Reservations, getting back together for the first time in 17 years.  we rock and rolled into the Northern Lights Festival in July.  that’s me and Jen, 20 minutes before our first show:  with butterflies…


on the main stage at the Northern Lights Festival, July 6th.  fun times!  No Reservations managed to deliver the goods.


NR, July 9th, playing the beer gardens at the Northern Lights Festival, and owning the joint!


NR playing “Indian Car”, July 9th, a rock and roll adventure!


Jen saying:  now this is a rock and roll crowd!  they really were a great audience.


a serious looking “yours truly”, July 9th, Northern Lights Festival: what an adventure!  and what fun memories.  we need to get the band back and turn it into what it was.


sunrise on September 1, 2017.  it’s frosty out there!  autumn is on our doorstep!  but i’m here on the range, yes, alone, but what beauty scenes in every direction and peace.  so it is Labour Day weekend, what good things do we have in store?