Posts tagged ‘Indigenous Art’

Classic Holiday Story time!

The latest news on the Indian front!

thursday afternoon shortly before happy hour i thought i’d take one last look at the latest Indigenous news on cbc.ca and found this one hot off the press! i read with amusements as it seemed like i’d heard this bed time story before!

Old news around the Indian campfire.

not sure if Joe is playing the Indian card these days, he IS lying mighty low now that his ex is pitching her latest work.

Hail to the Chief, Canadian version!

i rolled into the Swanky 9th last night around midnight, settled in for a few, turned on the news and BOOM! here is the latest.

now don’t get me wrong: good work is good work. if someone is doing good work, it needs to be enjoyed.

more old news on CBC, from another story, many moons ago…

as a visible minority walking down the capital city streets i don’t have to go far before i run into racism from crooked cops, general issue slack jawed gawkers, suits and who knows what all, and some of those white boys still call me Chief! (i stole the line out of the movie “Jeremiah Johnson” and i reply calling them: pilgrim. i hear this: Hey Chief! and i yell back: Howdy Pilgrim! (ha!))

but i digress! i read with interest the latest story and wonder: who is it in the HR dept. who give these folks the green light? and what kind of wool is over their eyes?

it didn’t take long before the funny papers started in on it! thank goodness for lightning speed entertainment on a Friday afternoon. (story broke on Thursday near quitting time)

also in the funny papers on Thursday and Friday: it does make a fella like me wonder, yeah, why didn’t they? but it is entertainment and we’re paying for it.

more funny papers from the end of the work week.

i saw this one and like i said: good work is good work. or in this case, amazing work is always going to be amazing. holy wowza! it reminded me of that melt down scene from the Met, one year ago:

at the MET, December 2019

we went over this one back in art school, and i remember the instructor saying to us, all of us, YOU couldn’t paint that water… (and they were right! but then neither could the instructors!)

sunrise on December 19th, as seen from the Swanky 9th

well this old Indian boy keeps moving forward and thank goodness we’re still on the right side of the daisies. this morning’s sunrise was indeed a pleasure and last night’s moonset, also a pleasure. mighty cool though!

we’re going to use this one for a thing that might be coming up in Unionville in the new year. if it goes as planned we’ll share a few photos here. we’re also using this one for the re boot of SUN INFINITY MOON which goes back to the printers very soon! i hope and pray in the re boot we have all the i’s dotted and all the t’s crossed… (sheesh.)

SUN INFINITY MOON artist proof

it was fun to see it in hard copy but we need to go quite a few better.

the re boot

hopefully we’ll be seeing this soon but not before Xmas which i’d hoped for.

cool hair do

and we won’t be sporting this slick hair style come anytime soon as the deal in Scotland has been put on hold. me and Joe ain’t going. (the real Joe, not the fake Joe) so for now, the hair stays.

we’re rolling up on that holiday season when we can take a few days off and move to the rear, get some hot chow and maybe switch out the socks. looks like it won’t be the same as in years past, virus, grey zones and all.

for me anyway, it’s one of those times of the year where i find myself staring out the window, a new year not far away, and what’s up there, ahead not far? but also a time to reflect. what have i done with this year in pandemic?

so if you catch me standing there, staring out the window, you know what’s going on!

for me the holiday season is always a chance to pull over, look back, think about the future, and enjoy the wild and crazy here and right now news stories! yes indeed! news, for a fella like me, worth watching.

Feeding the Wolves, acrylic on canvas, 36×48″, Private Collection

well if there are two wolves we’ll have to continue to pay attention. (the two wolves: not authentica! the anishnabe and the wolf: authentica!)

UPDATE!!!

FRESH AND HOT OFF THE PRESSES! I GUESS THE “TRICKSTER” AIN’T SO TRICKY AFTER ALL…

Rolling Up on Year End!

it started off looking good but things sure got weird fast on March 13th! ever since, this old boy’s art making tools got dusty.

cruising with the Kitty in Muskoka in November

it’s a good thing the book sales have been through the roof because the art sales have been in the gutter! that black Kitty doesn’t run on thank you notes or best wishes!

Book 5, Found poetry and Art Journal

in place of painting i’ve been fussing with the art journals and found poetry and coming up with some pretty weird poems and pictures. the above drawing is my version of Norval Morrisseau’s Thunderbird with Inner Spirit, 1978. (also watched the doc: There Are No Fakes, and actually made it through this time! over at the Bytowne 2 summers ago i tried sitting through it twice and fell asleep at both showings!)

Book 5, Found poetry and Art Journal

gosh yes, some days it would seem there truly is, but i’m certain i was just over tired when it came to pages 178 and 179. tired too of club being closed!

Book 5, Found poetry and Art Journal

book 5 has been in the works a long time! we started that bad boy way back in the good old days: February 24, 2020. mind you we do have book 6 and book 7 also on the go.

Book 5, Found poetry and Art Journal

and so i got to thinking about these one of a kind works of art and writing. what “other” book shelves might they go nicely with?

Chief Hurting Dude, Salvation Army, O Town

saw this weirdness over at the Sally one day while on the snoop. someone actually followed through with it! wowza!

A Self Portrait in 2009, acrylic on canvas, Private Collection

we’re at the very last of the Stevenson paint! the paint company, rest in peace, served me alright and i was happy to know them but i guess its time to switch brands. we’re going with Golden Heavy Body Acrylic starting in the new year. even though we only painted 4 pictures since March 13, with every brush stroke i was thinking about the last of my brand man! i was a Stevenson man!

Who has this?

i was thinking about a collector friend of mine the other day, she’s long gone now, and i was the last one to truly see her, and i wondered what happened to her collections. if it was just me at the very end, well then where did this 4 piece end up? who has it?

the rig. artwork by Peter Purdy, 36×48″, acrylic on canvas. twinravens collection!

xmas is rolling up too! what will become of our treasured gathering on xmas eve? just 5 participants allowed at the party? what kind of party is that?!!! sheesh. well anyway the gift giving is still on and so i got this rig for my old buddy Jasmine Moon. don’t tell her as i want it to be a surprise! she’s 18. i was 18 when i started playing guitar. stole an acoustic off my cousin! took it right out from under her bed! ha! i don’t think she ever missed it. so i hauled it off with me to art school and with a little book showing the chords i started out on my own. didn’t know how to tune the thing! no instruction! took me ten years but i finally fell in with the right bunch of fellows! and a gal!

NR: that’s my Band!

that band should be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame by now but nope! in the end we F’d it all up! one thing is for sure, it turned out to be the last time that street guys like us were ever given anything that flipping valuable again.

but back to Jasmine Moon: 18 years old. time to pick it up. she didn’t take to the acoustic so maybe this Les Paul copy and a dirty amp will do the trick! bring on the power chords!

and what about xmas? i guess we’ll find out when we get there.

twinravens ART on the street, Vol. 2

Power Bird at New Moon, in the hands of a lady!

wasn’t sure where they were off to with the idea but i left it in their good hands AND!!! ta da!!!

Power Bird at New Moon, on McArthur and something or other, Vanier, Ontario

photo taken on November 10th, on the record breaking day for warm weather. it was a wonderful 21 C that morning! perfect for a walk up to McArthur and Allen Blvd. not much to see up that way but now there is! a twinravens original up there, scaring the wits outa the locals! ha!

on November 5th, 4 p.m.

it’s not just the ladies who like to see flowers delivered! these arrived at my office just in time! (another time, another life time ago, when they arrived, i was at the piano teaching a gang of grade 5 students the business of 4/4 timing!)

the railroad tracks out of Toronto, going up through Markham and into the never never

during that glorious stretch of super warm weather in November, we spent a few afternoons in some unusual places: on this day, on the tracks going north east out of Markham. (i scammed a few of those glass insulators from that post up there!)

the ojibwe tree, 10×20 inches, winter 2011, Private Collection

and so we’re in it now: the leaves are down, the warm climes might be over till next year, and gosh is it going to be XMAS season soon?

back in August, on the Range

i might be a fan of winter but i’m a bigger fan of summer! what fun to be working on a tan! but we are here in Canada! Xmas and snow, dreaming of a white christmas…

the wilds of winter on the range!

i had a much more mellow photo, one of those classic winter mornings where the earth is brighter than the sky! no wind. smoke drifting lazily. the open range with a house and blaze of warm light inside. i can’t find the photo so here instead is a snap shot of an insane wind howling over everything… we have those days too. either way lets be thankful we can see them.

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.

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.

Back in the City

somewhere in O Town

after driving all night i arrived in O Town some what bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to plunge. gosh it was a bluesy and spooky scene loading up and going down that driveway that takes me out of the magic that is the range, to the highway and the wild world beyond. before i left the range i shot a bunch of videos with a narrative and i have yet to look at those but maybe one day they’ll be on the youtube channel. it was a video journal: house was empty, no one around. no sounds. just me going down memory lane in each room, bar the squeal.

somewhere in O Town

and so having spent 23 days in paradise, on the mighty blue and green, in the river, in with great company and amusing conversations, old time and old style board games it was BOOM! a complete 180! not only in the sights and sounds department but in the “smells” department as well…

somewhere in O Town

the brutal part about coming back was no Jasmine Moon! she was still out there having a good time, doing that Wild Joe thing, living the good life and well she should at the ripe old age of sweet seventeen. but let me tell you that walk on Monday morning, August 17th, tornado warnings too, Covid crap on every street corner, the spooks, masks, noise, exhaust, the police, lost souls, lost soles, empty cans, broken glass, torched rubbers and plastics, mangled automobiles rumbling down back streets, rats, lost birds, sick dogs on leashes, signs everywhere telling you don’t do this etc., people actually bending down to pick up poop…

somewhere in O Town

there are stories to be told, on every street corner in this town and judging by the appearance of the storytellers, some real doozies! some folks might be fibbing but you never can tell around here.

sunrise as seen from the swanky 9th, Aug. 22

it was back in the limo at two minutes to midnight, August 21, and away to the cosy climes and good food at the swanky 9th. made the all night drive down the 416 to the 401 to here with many stops along the way to hear those summer night sounds, which will soon be gone till next year! i was planning on highway 7, a drive through the country, but folks on this end questioned the safety of a night drive through the wilds, me with my reputation intact and wild night drive stories, none of which is me lying.

and so we made it and here we are in a very swanky room up where there is a view! and the host is someone too, with some pretty amazing stories, all of which are true!

art journals and repurposed books

Inspired by the great Norval Morrisseau and his piece, Water Spirit, 1972, this is my version of, with the twinravens actual applied, in book 6, art journals and found poetry in repurposed books. for more info and a demo, visit my youtube channel! i finished book 5 a few weeks ago and gosh it is a story to tell! i can’t guarantee you those are true stories but i can that they are some stories!

we pulled this idea out and introduced it to some folks i’ve known for 20 years. or thought i’d known! i had no idea they were visual artists! i gave them the basics in the how to’s and let them run with it, this was up on the Range, Day 4 in paradise, on one of those smoking hot summer nights. well she took the idea and turned it into something very slick looking, completing a dozen pages while she was with us. truth is i was amazed with what i saw. you see this art making project: art journals and found poetry using repurposed books, is solid gold real estate if you’re willing to follow through. book 5 took me from December 28th last year to July something, and yes folks it really is a one of a kind work of art filled with some pretty sexy poems! but like i said in the youtube videos: these books take time to complete! and you have to stay with them! in the end you’ll have an amazing book of art which could be mighty telling somewhere down the road a year or two.

Version 2

i want to run this one again as a reminder! yes: we are nearly finished with the jungle edits in version one. once in the clear we’re going to run version 2 and see what can be done! having recently read through it nose to nose: I quite enjoyed it, even after a few hundred thousand reads in the creation process. i say that as i know some folks did NOT enjoy it! then one day in the city, i was out there in the thick of it, with Q, CBC playing and Neil Young was giving an interview and said this:

miigwetch NY!

and so yes: many thanks and a big chi miigwetch to NY for saying such things at that point in time, when i was up to my elbows in a lot of wild things of wonder, novel too!

GO!

Summer Vacation (3)

Fire Woman, 12×16 inches, acrylic on canvas. Private Collection.

came across this one the other day, hadn’t seen it in years! i took it off the owner’s wall for a little looksie on the back and there it was: February 1991. oh my goodness those wild days… and my how times have changed.

also changed: the town of Mindemoya on a Saturday morning! what a ghost town! i mean it was tumble weed city over there anyway but now its getting as bad as ghost town and spook house Manitowaning. you see Mindemoya had a Farmer’s Market going big time on Saturday mornings in the summer time. it was my mom, the late great Marion Seabrook who told me, way back in 2013, to set up shop with that crowd to see what we could do. turns out she was way right and i was way wrong when i initially scoffed at the idea. not only was it a great place to do some Saturday morning business but that vendor group was also very cool. it was fun to meet up with them every Saturday morning. and the folks at the Mindemoya FM did it up nicely with a coffee and cakes stand, AND live music! Big J on the sax was my personal fave, playing the Cole Porter song book! plus me going into an old childhood playhouse: the Mindemoya Arena, the memories were rolling in!

well that ain’t happening anymore! i drove by there and nothing doing! too bad. it was a going concern for a few hours. and for me, it was a lot of fun on a Saturday morning.

Summer skies over the Range, August 2020

and so we spend our Saturday mornings in a diff place these days, but our Saturday afternoons are always spent, when home anyway, on the land and on the river! what a sky! you don’t see that in the slab!

Sunrise in August: you can’t miss any of them!

a walk first thing the morning, out here, gosh: which trail to choose?!!! we’re lucky that way in that there are indeed many trails a fella like me can take.

One of my personal faves: “The Tree on the South Shore”

i walked by there this morning at sunrise (above photo was taken in the later afternoon) and saw two red head woodpeckers working together! also flying by: 2 geese, 1 kingfisher, a grackle, and a half dozen hummingbirds!

The Crib at Sunrise in August

she’s a quiet crib now: many of our guest have returned to the cities, the last of the VIP’s left on Monday but there are still a few special guests here, there, and everywhere.

the Van Gogh’s at sunrise

a little colour along with a splash, good food, the open windows, the bikini, the bare feet, the tan, some slow jazz, and a splash… oh yes. i’ve already mentioned that!

Good ole Smokey, on the North side.

you can spend an afternoon x 20 at this very spot in late July and August and completely relax! and i’ve got me 14 of them and hope to have me 4 more of them before its time to go.

a true and close friend!

i can’t begin to tell you how glad i was about the fire ban being lifted. we haven’t had a blaze out here in years! has it really been 4 summers?

Many places to explore in bare feet!

i told the ladies: i’ll chill with you till noon but after that i’m on the river. so if you want to chill with me, you’ll have to come to where i am. AND!!! bring your swimsuit!

more of vacation 2020 to come!

Summer Vacation (2)

Anishnabe with Bear Clan, acrylic on canvas, 24×36″

And so! Neon Raven Art Gallery up there on the West Bay Indian Rez IS closed! Well that’s too bad as we had a lot of artwork moving through there. I must be cursed! Pacha Arts at Bloor and Bathurst also folded up but for a completely diff reason, if you catch my drift! And Cube Gallery in O Town is also cobwebbed and boarded up! Seems wherever I hang my pictures-we close the gallery! (We’ll have to take that up with the boys in accounting.)

Big Sky Country on the south east of Manitoulin Island!

The other day an army taxi flew by, 1500 feet? Other than that the sky out here is ruled by the birds and clouds and the colour blue!

Lost in my own back yard…

It hasn’t always been super blue skies out here, the other day we did have rain and some heavy duty overcast-not a bikini day. So I suited up in my jungle gear and went in the opposite direction-to the back 50 where I hoped to come across some straggler firewood. When we first landed here, back in 2009, I went out back and cleared an area in the woods, “The Boys Club”, where we lads could gather and enjoy fine cigarettes and german pilsners, woodsman conversation and general issue Nature Therapy. I had been working on the hide out for 6 years and it was becoming quite the gentleman’s club.

The other day I was out there and… Well. Mother Nature has reclaimed the place! To start with I couldn’t find the entrance trail into the forest. Once I got in there and after stumbling around in the mega jungles for a half hour I had no clue as to where I was-no where near the club. Turns out I was 500 meters south of where I was supposed to be!

The Boys Club, 4 years after being left untended.

When I finally did arrive at the club I found this! The last time I visited, 4 years ago, those maples weren’t there and neither were the billions of raspberries! No trace of my trails or lounge area! Awe shucks…

A blaze on the river, first one in 4 years!

The skies did clear and we managed to spark one up! Fire ban was lifted and so we had a good one roaring complete with the Milky Way above.

It was tough to drag some of those kids away from their devices…

The ever famous campfire on a summer night: sweet! I quite enjoyed that!

My old buddy, the Great Jasmine Moon

Jazz brought out the marshmallows and the hot diggity dogs, we did alright with it. Jazz and I and our campfire days go way back to a cool 2010, late spring.

Perfect summer evening on the range.

Soon the gang arrived and we torched that straggler wood down to nothing but ashes. Fun times with fun folks and some fun conversation!

Well there is a lot more but we have some things we need to do and of course the sun is blazing so sitting here at the dining room table makes no sense! I’ve got me a brand new bikini and we’re putting it to the test with 9 big ones! Today we’re going for day 10: big sky, big sun, big tan!

More to come!

Summer Vacation (1)

i’ve been out here over a week now and we’re maxing it out time wise! and of course entertaining folks and friends! its been a perfect plan!

Early on a July Morning

those first seven days were a blaze of sunshine and smoking hot climes so i told the gang: i’ll chill with you until noon but after that, if you want to find me i’ll be out there on the river!

oh my goodness what a glorious way to spend a summer afternoon: out there on the Manitou River! we’re a long way from the war!

The Green and Blue in late July

and so for the most part we have been here, on the range, morning, noon and night. and what nights! the Milky Way is a beautiful thing out here!

A brand new stage for big game stage shows!

as an added bonus, the lads put a new deck up and gosh its been a long time coming but here it is now. they’ll be back sometime soon to put the rails on and the steps but in the meantime we’ve been out there and yes, what a view!

There is an eagle up there somewhere!

on one of those summer afternoons last week we were visited by an eagle. he flew in, landed in the trees down by the river and watched the lads taking the hay off the east field. he didn’t stay very long. he took to the skies, flapped his huge wings a few times and off he went, sailing upwards in big circles, up into the clouds. i asked the lads, how long did it take him to rise up there and disappear? one of them said 30 seconds.

Providence Bay

of course my early morning drives through the island country side are a must! one morning i found myself down at one of my fave destinations: Providence Bay! i had to see it for myself, this high water level folks have been going on about.

The Clear Waters of Lake Huron

oh my goodness what a grand way to start a summer day! and yes, that water is up high!

14×18 inches, acrylic on canvas

we sent this one off: it is an idea we’re still working and one day i hope to see it as a 36×48 inch canvas. (no more Neon Raven Art Gallery, up here on the West Bay Indian Reserve!)

well folks its taken me 10 days to sit down and write a journal entry! the plan was to keep a running journal through the time i’m here but after day 2 that idea went right out the window! i’ll hopefully snap more pictures as the adventures out here continue!