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.