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 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!