Labour Day Weekend 019
we’re a long way from that paradise today: back home on the range. even if we did have a car, there is no way we could have made that drive last night, having been awake for the previous 2 days: in the field.
Clouds over the Ottawa River, Thursday, August 29th. we’re a long way from home out here. every now and again though, there is a place of peace.
the one and only blaze i got a chance to sit with this summer: Thursday night in the woods, somewhere off the 6th Line, west of Ottawa, in the child friendly boons. the troops had gone in for the night but i had to stay on a bit longer with this one. kooky i know but i had two songs going to work on me, playing in my mind: song 1: Sick As a Dog. and song 2: No More No More. both from ages ago and a long lost childhood back home on Manitoulin Island and in partic: small town Mindemoya. back in the 70’s.
Screen shot: page 15 from Sun Infinity Moon. do you know those tunes and that artwork? (of course that wasn’t me in the 70’s, that was more like the 90’s!)
Walking After Midnight. a lot of that going on. at night the city is more dangerous than the wilds and outback ten thousand acres north of the Manitou River, more dangerous by a long shot, especially where we are.
The Great Jazzy Moon, watching my six, somewhere along spooky Montreal Road, sometime in August, after the 11th.
Visiting from Over Seas-Deep in Indian Country, acrylic on canvas board, 14×18 inches, framed sometime in August. Artwork by Anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.
hmmm. you see that rack up there on the wall, sporting the gas mask? i asked the young lad tending, if it was an original Marc Adornato and the poor kid, clumsy about the waist, had no idea who i was talking about. this being the town of Ottawa, with CBC and all, i would have thought he’d have been in the know.
went to see it, at the Bytowne over in Spookyville, on Rideau St., the Friday night the picture came to town. now i’m not sure what it was but i dozed off somewhere in the show and missed some of the kooky high jinx. so i went back for the Sunday matinee, bright eyed and bushy tailed thinking i was going to see what i’d missed the first time but nope! dozed off again. i guess i’m getting tired of see non indigenous people talk so surely about indigenous subject. i will say at the Friday night show, all the Grey Owls and Joseph Boydens were out in full force, wearing their pony beads and chokers and medicine wheel buttons! from what i could see i was the only indian in the joint.
oh yes i forgot to mention: i was inspired by the Mr. Adornato and so went up to the St. V. d P. on Wellington and found this gem: from January 1975. i think its acrylic, it is on canvas, about 18×22 inches, by a “F.lait”. googled the name and up came a page from the obits. on the back there is a title of sorts: Sandy Hill Road, Ontario. so this boy alive and here in 2019 is going to HACK this painting! yes. lets see what a free hand and an hour can do. (i remember the summer of 1975, not so much the winter of… )
i’ll post a picture when i have this bad boy tuned up, HACKED styled. thank you Mr. A for a fun idea.
and thank you too, to a Mr. Jackson Pollock, for those fun ideas.
Putting our Best Feet Forward. the summer is over. and i have missed it. yes i did crash two cars coming back from my island paradise but total days out there were just 14. well i enjoyed them and made the most of them. August 11th remains in my mind, one of the best days of the summer and likely of the whole year.