Archive for May, 2018

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 home 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.