Archive for May, 2018

Thursday in Ayr

they cut me some slack so i hit the Glasgow Central Train Station for a ride out of the city!  Ayr is just a short one hour ride west and i certainly enjoyed that one!


Firth of Clyde as seen from the Low Green, Ayr, May 31, around noon.  looking west south west.  hey!  you could sail all the way back to Canada from here!


feet in the ocean at Ayr:  holy CRAP!!!  that water was ICE COLD!!!


i think that’s the Ayr town hall, as seen from around 14 Sandgate Street.


of course in my travels i managed to find the back alleys of this old town: here is a beauty view of just how spooky this old and very creepy place can be.  imagine trying to walk through there at night!


Glasgow Central Station, 4 p.m. on Thursday, May 31.  got back to town and what a day trip it was!  i went into a tavern in Ayr, wearing my HBC black hoodie with CANADA written on the front in big red letters.  an amusing conversation followed.  those old boys have a pretty heavy duty accent and truth be told, i couldn’t understand a word they were saying!

they loved my story, chrome dome to boot, about why i was in their big country.   amusements at every turn!

we shall continue.

Wednesday morning in Glasgow

Wednesday morning in Glasgow: one thing is for sure: the young gals up here are TOUGH! after we’d landed, found our rooms, settled, etc., it was time to hit the streets. i went for a stroll past the very spooky looking Gallery of Modern Art on Queen Street around 7 p.m. local time, heading in the direction of the nearest snort. found a patio, grabbed myself a table, ordered and began with the people watching.

it was cool out there. cool to downright cold! i was in my t shirt and thought yes, this boy needs his little black hoodie on an evening like this. but then i noticed the gals walking up and down the outdoor mall, wearing their mini skirts, no hose! and bare shoulders, long hair flying. pretty soon the waitress arrives with a glass of the local, she was a pretty young thing, same dealio, super short shorts, bare shoulders! and by this time i was thinking hey man, we are in the far north boons. i mean we’re above 55 plus latitude which in Ontario would place us up north of James Bay!!! maybe even up as far as the goddamn Belcher Islands in the Hudson Bay (a place i’ve never been to thank goodness). so yeah, it made perfectly good sense that it was cool alright. i mean it was to me!  these leggy locals i guess are used to this kind of thing.

nice to see a cop walking the beat! lots of bums, tramps and hobos out there begging at every street corner. and a lot of signs in windows everywhere you look: Shop to Let.

it was a short outing though. we arrived at Pearson Internation, Toronto, for 7 p.m. Monday night. flew out at 1115 p.m., 6 hours flight time, packed in there like sardines, Amsterdam at noon on Tuesday, a 3 hour layover at the airport bar, back on board for a 70 minute hop to Glasgow. by the time i hit the streets it was 7 p.m. local.

i had me a window seat on that 2nd flight and hoped to see a few things which i did: the white windmills out there not only off the shores of Holland but on the green hills of Scotland, wow! hundreds of them. yes. it would be nice to get in the rental car and take a ride out there and see it first hand.

AND SO!!! we have our orders from the boss: no photos or descriptions of where we are, what we are doing, who we are doing it with, etc. so i won’t be talking about the business day. i think we’re safe to share what we’re seeing once we’re out and away from the office. i hope so!

and so on the clock here on the computer it says 122 a.m. back home, but here, it is 622 a.m. i noticed a grocery store just down the street so i’m going to take a walk over there and see what’s what at 730 a.m.

i’m also running low on power with the computer. foolishly i neglected getting the power thingy that plugs into these kooky outlets. so i’ll have to be on the look out for one of those today.

not sure WHAT is happening today… my package does not have a start time for today… hmmm.

anyway. i’ll post this before the computer runs out of steam.


Gallery of Modern Art, Queen St., Glasgow.  she’s a mighty tired looking place from out here on the open road.  looks like they gave me the day off so i’ll be taking a walk through here later.

Amsterdam at noon on Tuesday


that’s our bird, jam packed to the rafters last night, a full house with a bunch of indians on board too, all going to the same destination.  6 hours worth, sardines style but we’re here now.  it would be wonderful if i could jump on a bus and go downtown for a look around but we’re in here until 3 p.m.


i have a few of these bad boys stashed in the over head bin, we’ll see how far we can get with them.

and so.  in a strange land.  seems the folks over here don’t see a real live indian very often and so they gawk, slack jawed and everything!  as a proud Anishnabe from the Great Lake Huron, i’m walking tall but it would have been a home run had i worn one of my bone chokers or one of my raccoon skull necklaces…

i’m digging hearing all these different languages.  yeah…  too bad we can’t take a ride downtown!

at Pearson International: Monday night


that isn’t our bird for tonight, ours is a jumbo and parked to the left of this scene.  out there it’s smoking hot: 30 C.  beauty!

the last time i was here it was a short hop to Thunder Bay in the DEAD of winter!!!  going up there was cold and coming back was super cold.  get this:  up there, on the way back, they had to thaw out the plane…  i’m very happy to not be going there again!

well there isn’t much happening, not much to report, so we’ll keep this one short.  i can say the pilots just walked past and they look sober…  thank goodness!

Back on the 9th

had a beauty time in Ottawa, 3 days of fun in the sun and crossing paths with folks i’ve not seen in at least 10 years!  that would be at Tunny’s Pasture, native awareness days.  that traffic jam at 5 a.m.:  turns out a transport hit the guard rails and burst into flames, burned the road way down!  the 401 east bound was closed all day.  driver was fine, 5 will get you ten says he fell asleep behind the wheel…


title unknown, c. 2015, 16×20 inches, acrylic on canvas, at Pacha Arts, 614 Bloor St. West, Toronto.  if you’re in that neighbourhood, near Bathurst and Bloor, i switched out the paintings for some brand new work.  this one pictured, i quite like and you know what?  i might slip that one into the twinravens permanent collection.


Wild skies, 540 p.m., Saturday, May 26th, as seen from the 9th, Markham, Ontario.  beauty hot weather, we’re in it now!


the yard no one walks on…  as seen from the 9th.  at the intersection of Bullock Dr. and highway 7, Markham.  May 26th, 540 p.m.  (what a grand and glorious day!!!)


and so!  that’s a 24×36 inch gallery canvas, made in Canada, and ready to go!  we do special orders!  this one is here today, fresh from the art supply store, and shipping out on Monday!  a 24×36 doesn’t look big on the floor like that but i’ll show you what we’re talking about come Monday morning around 9!

have FUN!


late night road trip

i picked midnight as a good time to hit the open road!  on the way out, blazing down the 404, i had this one playing full volume, to help start the all night drive:

i was alone of course.  the inside of the limo was filled with the life of the traveling sales man…

all was going well until just west of Kingston on the 401.  i rolled up on a traffic jam at 5 a.m.


after idling for 5 i shut the car off, got out in hopes i’d see what the hold up was.  the line up went on for miles and in the far away distance i could see a huge cloud of black smoke rising up over the highway.

i know we’re not supposed to but i used that little lane that goes between the east/west lanes, the sign says:  authorized vehicles only.  well i just authorized it i said to myself, after i, along with a few others, reversed a half mile so we could use it!  the ride through the back country at sunrise was a beauty!

well we’re here now!  and we’re ready to do business.  lets hope there IS some business!


Anishnabe with Bear Clan


Anishnabe with Bear Clan, 2012, 24×36 inches, acrylic on canvas.

i have not seen this one since 2012!  saw it again yesterday and immediately though:  nice work.  and filled with interesting stories from long ago:  the bear clan, the bird clan, the soldier, the snake dance, Nokomis full and waning…

elevator amusements

heard this doozie in the elevator yesterday:

old lady No. 1 is on board as i get on, 9th floor.  i smile my spooky and super fake indian smile and she kind of backs herself into the corner…  doors close and away we go.

old lady No. 2 gets on board on the 8th floor and so the convo goes like this:

old lady No. 2:  hi!!!  nice to see you again, isn’t it a lovely day?

old lady No. 1:  where are you going all dressed up?

old lady No. 2:  i’m off to buy some scones, jam and some fancy tea.  we’re going to get up early and watch the royal wedding!  we’re so excited!!!  are you going to watch the royal wedding?

old lady No. 1:  i’m Northern Irish.

old lady No. 2:  oh…

convo fades away.  stoic but scary indian stands there looking straight ahead, smiling like the cartoon version of the Grinch Whole Stole Xmas.  and laughs inside like the chicken hawk from the Bugs Bunny Road Runner hour.

i guess i’m not the only one who is not interested in a royal wedding.  plus:  as an indian on the ground, in Canada, living within the barbed wire confines of the Indian Act, i’m not a fan of monarchy and colonial what have you when i’m in my own country.  but don’t get me wrong: i’ll watch it on Youtube years later, with amusements, smoking a Marlboro and drinking a Radeberger, like i did when they wheeled “a royal you know who” to her final resting place.  those kooky royals know how to create a story!

but good luck to you kids, have a good one and don’t get yourselves killed in some tunnel in Paris, down the road a few years.

kind of peculiar how things work themselves out.  over there you have this grand and glorious wedding and a life ahead filled with all the bells and whistles, a brand new story about to start.  meanwhile there’s that damn stupid kid in Texas, age 17, waking up to a diff kind of brand new story about to start.  that boy is looking at a hundred years, maybe even the chair…

here, safely in Canada:


downtown Unionville, Ontario:  squeaky clean streets on Thursday, May 17th.  big bucks have rolled down through this street since 1979!


wolf sketch, 2018, 7×9 inches, acrylic on canvas board.  yes lads we need to get back to the place where we can make some 24×36 inch pictures and not worry about the floor boards!  (i watched a Jackson Pollock documentary on said Youtube this past week and my oh my what a room he had to work in!)

a re-do

way back in 006, which is another life time ago it seems, there was a painting in the collection and it made the rounds at a few shows back in those Ottawa days, it was called:  Woodland Raven, on canvas, 22×28 inches.  we have it listed on the website as it being in the Morgan H. collection but what really happened is it was damaged beyond repair in the BIG MOVE of autumn 2009.


Woodland Raven Special Order/Special Services, May 2018, 24×30 inches, acrylic on canvas, Private Collection.

thank the almighty Stevenson Paint is still in business.  the original was in Stevenson and the re-do is in Stevenson.  the Special Order/Special Services was created for a very special client and very special friend.


and so here is the pool downstairs, at sundown:  i hope to “wiggle” into that black bikini of mine and swim that pool, lengths from here to the moon, SOON!


the walk way into the crib:  it might not be home but it sure is a grand and glorious place to hang the hat (ha!) for now.  you can make a certain kind of painting in a crib like this but we’re a long way from the art bridge that will make you famous!

so many paintings, so little time…

well the truth is there is a lot of time.  24 hours boys.  that’s what we have to work with.


“water spirit”, 2018, 7×9 inches, acrylic on canvas board.  artist collection.  i’m liking that grey: made with phthalo blue, cadmium red middle, and white.  (we need that room and drying rack that was the print making room, back in art school:  a very large room with big tables, and a drying rack that looked like it would hold around 200 pieces!)


“bear clan”, 2018, 18×24 inches, acrylic on canvas, private collection.  there is the colour scheme at work on something a bit bigger but lets imagine that colour scheme up around 36×48 inches…   hmmm.  i’m going to need to go back home for that one!


“wolf sketch”, 2018, 7×9 inches, acrylic on canvas board, private collection.  yes and how about this idea, developing into something on a 24×36 inch canvas…   (you see this is what i’m talking about:  so many paintings…  )


South Bay Mouth, Manitoulin Island, Ontario, Canada.  April 30th.  peaceful scenes at home:  it was just me, the great wide open, a canada goose and a dead deer…


my birch tree, on loan from Mother Earth:  my old buddy “whitey” and i go back almost ten years now!  this one is up there on the 20th Side road, right along next to my morning walk.  May 5th.


the entrance to the crib.  May 11th.  you see that baby grand over there:  no one is allowed to play it!  in all my days walking through the lobby i’ve never heard a single note coming from it except for the time i put my grubby paws on it and plunked out the first four bars of “October, Autumn Song”.  wasn’t long before security was there yelling “what in god’s name is going on here?!!!”

yes lads we’re in a strange land when we’re away from home…


and so we find ourselves at times, down in the parking garage, out of sight of the many security cameras, listening to some CBC…

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“Portrait of the Artist, standing outside the MacDonald house, Thornhill, Ontario”,  J.E.H. wasn’t home…

well if my hair gets cut, it will grow back.  and these paintings don’t get made on their own!  the hands of an artist, well.  i guess you could say all of the artist is needed at the table today.  so lets have some fun with it along the way.