Archive for October, 2020

SUN INFINITY MOON (2)

we are gearing up! we have version 2 almost ready to go! perfect time for it too it being close to Halloween! a HORROR story indeed…

we’re hoping it’s going to look something like this. that painting: Feeding the Wolves, is an acrylic on canvas, 36×48 inches, c. 2008, and now long gone, in a private collection somewhere on the west coast. i hope whatever photos we have of that painting… we can doctor up for this new cover.

not sure which version of the early layouts (what we see here is Version 1) this is but what i can confirm is this is the opening bit! i cut this screen just short of the “coarse language” which this story is full of! you see… me don’t speak english too good no how! actually it goes like this: me no speak english too good no how! (messed that first one up! ha!)

ah yes… May 11, 1996. i remember it well. what grand and glorious times. remember the days when a camera used film and you had a walloping 36 frames to use?

the opening to “Last Month” or what we’ve had in a few short story contests over the years: “The Lottery Ticket”. you see that bit on page 29: (Oh my gods I loved her words!) how many editors have we had who flagged that “gods” bit? ha ha!

the opening bit to Chapter 3: Last Week. and so the horror begins! truth is i can crack open that little novel and read it from any a where’s and enjoy it quite nicely!

now to get it tuned up and the layout folks i hope this time don’t cause a fuss!

check out these words of wisdom: Don’t ask for feedback on your product, ideas or business just for validation. You want to tell the people who can help you move your idea forward. If you’re just looking to your friend, partner, parents, etc. for validation-be careful-It can stop a million dollar idea in its tracks at the beginning!

(and it has throughout my own past!!!)

my old buddy Sara Blakely, those are her words of wisdom.

and so! we wait now for the new layouts, the new cover, etc. the bills have been paid so the road is opened and lined with signs!

what it is is this: authentic Indigenous literature written by a real live Indian! we’re not doing the Joseph Boyden trip or the Grey Owl who done it now…

so GO!

twinravens ART on the street

that is “Power Bird”, acrylic on canvas board, 14×18 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook! the lovely gal holding the painting is from Central Asia! and we are on the streets of Vanier on October 23rd.

the photographer is from Central America! and of course yours truly is from Central Canada: the grand and glorious Manitoulin Island, Ontario, to be exact.

so yes… what we’re doing there, i’m not a hundred percent sure where we’re off to with the idea but it belongs to them and i’ll wait and see what becomes of it. stayed tuned for an update.

Power Bird, the last of the finished paintings before the pandemic hit and shut us down. we at twinravens had a wonderful list of road shows we were to attend, bringing the art to the people, but sadly: no dice.

and no Halloween this year… now i seriously have the blues over that one as this boy is a serious halloween fan! more than xmas. more than new year. Halloween is THE fave, but sadly, and again: no dice. what to do with this Saturday night?

it might be me and where the wild things are come Halloween this year. (painting: anishnabe at night, acrylic on canvas board, 14×14 inches, c. 2005. Private Collection.)

The Swanky 9th, Vol. 3

made the drive from O Town to here using highway 7, thought i’d switch things up! and so here we are at another midnight, on the 9th. let me tell riding down highway 7 over there by Carleton Place… did i tell you about that scene i came upon while driving home from my last visit to the 9th? it was 2 sunday evenings ago: i came across a scene of carnage all over the highway and vehicles pulled over including a couple of transport trucks. as i rolled up on the scene, around 10 p.m., i also saw a very mangled bicycle and someone lying on the road and it was clear to me that whoever that was on the road was going to die that night. they were still alive when i passed but i knew… cops hadn’t arrived. no ambulance. so it had just happened.

the next day i was stuck in a 2 p.m. traffic jam in O Town and heard it on the cbc radio news: cyclist, 28, dead. run over by a transport. died in hospital.

i gave that a think tonight as i rolled right past that scene from 2 weeks ago. brutal. but then there are scenes of brutality everywhere you look, or so it seems, these days, over there in O Town. and this virus crap has everyone so upside backwards. or almost everyone. every now and again i come across some mighty cool cats!

a day at the office

Tuesday afternoon we had to shoot a little sequence: artist to artist! i had no idea what the plan was, the agenda, or brew ha ha, was. so i said to the other artist: let’s just wing it. i think we nailed it on the first take. the film crew said we should do another but the artist i was with said nope! it’s fine! (when it comes to THIS kind of show bizz… i like to just go get it. wham!)(maybe we can share the clip here whenever it’s ready)

cool

it was fun to chat with a First Nations artist who has ten years on me. i knew all the names but have never met some of those folks like: Norval Morrisseau. Jack Pollock. etc. the artist i was yakking with on Tuesday had some very interesting tales, up close style stuff you don’t get to read in the history books or the newspapers. we both agreed that what the younger Indigenous artists are doing, like the gig in the above photo, is pretty slick!

we also agreed that WOW! time flies! and the counting of the many blessings, daily, is something worth going after. (i didn’t tell him about that solid GOLD horse shoe i have stowed… )

the swanky 9th as seen from the Markville Mall parking lot

and i sure didn’t tell anyone about that dude i saw who went and got himself run over by a transport on highway 7 just 2 short weeks ago… i’m up here now, after midnight, thinking about it!

but we’re here on business. and i hope it goes alright.

back in the good old days when we could actually visit the schools!

i know this virus crap has everything going Planet of the Apes (Charlton Heston 1968 version) but there is still ROOM for making art presentations and reaching out in community service and i am so thankful for that! some folks have the goods and they have to be delivered.

M.H. Collection

this one has been selected! the details aren’t in but when i see it on the streets, i’ll be sure to post some photos of, right here!

Moose Nahmiwan, acrylic on canvas board, 16×20 inches. Painted on the Range in March 2015

i was one of the lucky ones, so far: so good. we’ll keep our fingers crossed and pray that GOLDEN horse shoe doesn’t ever come loose!

while all this is happening we won’t forget that this is happening too!

Providence Bay, Manitoulin Island, August 2020

i walked on the sands at Providence Bay last August, an early morning stroll and gosh… what true love.

Thanksgiving Weekend

Saturday afternoon on the Range

our prayers were answered in the blue skies department! we had them on Saturday and wow! the light and space out here, a total 180 from the wilds we were in the day before. we were also blessed, i was, with my two sisters visiting on Saturday afternoon! i had the both of them sitting around my table as i prepared the turkey and the stuffing (a little too much salt in that stuffing boy… ). i have not seen my two sisters together in my kitchen since i don’t know when.

The skies were filled with eagle song

we counted 5 bald eagles sailing up and down the river on Saturday and they were back on Sunday, hooting and hollering up and down by the waterfall. what music they make! and what a show they put on, two of them flying together in what looked like a dance. they’re here again this morning plus 2 huge bluejays going to work on the new bird feeder.

Eagles on Sunday afternoon!

they were landing in the trees out front. we had the binoculars, 3 pairs of them, bird watching Tehkummah style when suddenly we had the idea about getting the super Celestron NexStar telescope that we normally use to view Saturn, pointing out the sliding glass doors. Jasmine Moon had the bright idea of putting her cell phone camera up to the eyepiece and boom! we’re up close and personal with those birds! here is one i snapped using my little phone. with that big telescope we could see the eyes of the eagle and the sun gleaming off them! what a show! the view through the telescope was crystal clear, unlike this photo.

walking the green and blue: the trail along side the river on Saturday afternoon-what fabulous memories to go with! the fun folks we’ve had walking up and down there over the past ten years. i can never walk down that trail without thinking of them. on this day i was thinking about a gal and the afternoon of July 28th. what a beauty it was and what fun we had down there at the waterfall. at the time i was day 4 into the vacation and working on a full body tan! it worked out alright!

Autumn on the Range

some local boys came by and mowed the hay off the field this year and the truth is i kind of like seeing it mowed. i must say the autumn fragrance out there: a thing of beauty.

Michelle’s medicine wheel and ceremonial grounds.

we haven’t had the time to give it the attention it needs. michelle’s healing grounds have, well. we’re not home to work it like we want but yesterday we mowed down the weeds and exposed the path ways. about an hour later those eagles arrived and it seemed to us they were looking at it.

An Autumn afternoon on the Range

the gals had to make a run to town and left me here alone for a couple of hours, holy mackinaw lads it was a gigantic open space for just one person. once again, memory lane! i was reminded of my September mornings just 5 short years ago, just after Labour Day, when my Jasmine Moon moved away to attend high school in O Town. her mom went with for that first week and i stayed behind. the school bus rolled up to our driveway, stopped and opened the door. i waved them on. and they rolled on and never came back. shudders… all of everything that was a father and his daughter in childhood seemed to sail away at that very moment. brutal!

but i turned it around by thinking about Indian Summer 2017. 6 weeks in paradise, smoking heat, blue skies, the river blasting, canvas and paint at the ready, fine wines, alien abductions.

Sunday evening on the Range

we were lucky! the sun was high and bright, the climes quite pleasant, good food, fun vins, the eagles, wow. what a weekend. and what a gang, thank you for coming over!

but it’s Monday morning. everyone is gathering their gear and we’re on the road soon. 8 hours worth at the least, there is no short version of the drive we’re going to make.

thank goodness i had the camera phone going and we shot up some videos. we put those on the twinravens2000 youtube channel they’re solid gold come 9 a.m. at the office in a land far away.

Back home, on the Range

it’s 3 a.m. and we’re home! gosh it is freakishly warm out there for 3 a.m., 17 C. there is a half moon in the east and the sky is filled with stars. no sirens. no unpleasant sounds… nothing but the great wide open.

i’m hoping my maple tree down by the river looks like this come day light!

Thanksgiving at the River

tomorrow is supposed to be a balmy 16 C and sunny! Thanksgiving weekend on the range, definitely worth the 8 or 9 hour drive to get here! what peace! and i can hear the river…

The Swanky 9th, Vol. 2

before sunrise on Sunday, October 4th: up here in the cosy climes, looking out at highway 7 and the town of Markham, lights in every direction, and time on our hands! you see all of our autumn and xmas art show and sales opportunities we had booked ages ago, have been cancelled! NO ART SHOWS since my last gig back on March 7th: The York University Pow wow.

Me and What’s his name…

also cancelled: my trip back to Scotland! me and Joe were called up and we were ready for that trip! i haven’t seen Joe since i don’t know when, and i haven’t seen this guy, not sure what his name is, since when we were over there.

4 weeks at the office, way back in, was it June 2018? ah well… we’ll get back to the MacKays dining room and The Coach House one of these days.

so yes. no art gigs. no movie gigs. no trips to the NGC. and five will get you ten says all the Halloween parties will be cancelled…

Halloween 2019: we always did the parties and i was glad there were so many swinging bashes to go to!

don’t judge me till you’ve walked a mile in my shoes… (Ha! a darling friend of mine said she couldn’t get 10 steps in those!)(Halloween 2019)

Anishnabe Woodland style Moose, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook. 36×48 inches, sharpie marker on shipping grade cardboard. drawn on September 30, 2020. i’m still doing art classes but ever since March 13th we’ve been doing them “virtually”, online with Facebook and Youtube. here is the result of class number 11: What can be done in 25 minutes using Sharpie Markers, cardboard and 36×48 inches!

let me tell you that a virtual classroom is far and away from the heavy duty magic that goes into a “live performance”! (my art classes are a bit of a wild and crazy extravaganza!)

from the pages of Book 8: Art Journals and Found Poetry. in class 12 we covered the repurposed books and black out poetry/art journaling adventure. i heard back from a few participants! they asked: how can you do that to a book?!!! my answer is: these are repurposed books from the goodwill, next stop for these books is the landfill! so we’re doing our families a favour by creating something that is going to last for 50 or 60 years.

(when we get the Hard Cover version of SUN INFINITY MOON i’ll try some black out/found poetry and art journaling with that book of HORROR!)

Art Journals and Found Poetry using repurposed books.
The Clone Trees, Found Poetry, Book 3

and so we’re NOT gearing up for a trip downtown this morning to some swanky venue, art show and sales op., but instead pondering a walk around the pond over there at Toogood, Unionville. and this afternoon we’re taking the back roads from Markham back to O Town and we won’t be in a rush.