Posts tagged ‘indigenous artist’

Wednesday in Stirling

they cut us loose and let us out on Wednesday morning and oh my goodnezz… walking out of there and into sweet freedom was a brand new experience! lovely bus ride from the Glasgow Airport Hotel to the town of Stirling, sunny and beautiful.

looking south across Forthside Way

three types of weather in one afternoon! we had a blaze of sunshine, lovely, an awesome show of clouds rolled in from the west, next thing we knew it was snowing, or hail… and then pounding down rain! all in the space of about 2 hours.

scenes along Barnton Street, Stirling

i love seeing the architecture! and of course chatting it up with the locals (of all ages!)

at the corner of Murray Pl and King Street

so where is everybody? the empty streets of Stirling! wow. this virus scare is everywhere!

and so that evening after a three hour walk about we returned to the hotel patio and settled in for a nightcap. next to us were two lovely Scottish gals, 18 and 21, blond and full of spirit. we got to chatting with them and yes, it was not easy to follow what they were saying and so the younger one said to the older, stop speaking that, you have to speak english or they won’t understand us! what was that language they were speaking? the Gaelic of Scottish?

it was lovely sounding and they were lovely! silly me, how come i didn’t get some pictures? and i’ve said this before, these gals up here are TOUGH! it was a balmy 2 C yesterday and i saw them out there with their mini skirts, fishnets and clodhoppers, cruising past where i was sitting: No. 2 Baker Street.

now we are well aware of the history around this town! at some point we’re going to take a walk over that famous bridge and take a good look around.

here is a short video of those awesome clouds! (and just 2 short hours into FREEDOM!)

Day 6 behind the Wire

in their books we’re on day 5 of being locked up but in my books we’re on day 6. they don’t count the day we arrived and let me tell you we arrived here first thing on Saturday. and so it is life behind the wire, locked up! i haven’t seen any of the boys since i got here. i get out for my 15 minutes and haven’t seen anyone! i snapped this one this morning at around 630. we have the parking lot and that’s it!

turns out that is the M8 up there. the south view windows at the hotel look out onto that so i’m very happy i have the north view which is the airport and the mighty hills of Scotland out beyond that. plus i have a tree outside my window and…

so yeah. we’re in here. and we’re not getting out till mid next week! which leaves plenty of time to get busy with this:

it would be very cool if we could find a brand new print of this on our desk the Monday morning after we get back. a horror story… rechecked while in lock down…

(so get going lad! (oh yes: over here, i forget that it is us Canadians who have the heavy duty accent!))

twinravens ART on the street!

in Unionville, Ontario on the morning of April 10, 2021. nice work! and big!

and back in November of 2020, in the town of Vanier, Ontario. also very cool!

it would be super cool to get this on a huge billboard somewhere! (anywhere!)

and this one too! of course if these were on billboards i’d have to pull over and taken another look!

a little memory lane while we’re at it, music by James Cohen. artwork by Mark Seabrook. most of these pieces are away in private collections.

bottom line is this: we need to keep working!

Coming Soon!

here is the top half of the promo the folks at the Lunar Lanterns in Unionville have in Now Magazine. cool.

those paintings are some of my fave “Mukwa” pictures, acrylic on canvas board, 16×20″, in private collections except for the blue one at bottom right/left. (i had to keep that one!)

so it’s up there in Unionville, at the Varley Art Gallery, happening in April. i hope to see it myself, up close!

starting to get there… photo of the artist by the Great Terry H., photographer/teacher. that’s yours truly out there on the Manitou River, late in July 2020, deep in Indian Country while the pandemic goes on.

yes… starting to get there indeed…

the Bear Moon

i was invited to be a part of LunarFest 2021 with the theme “Family is Everything”. their online thing is at: lunarfest.gta

here is what they created using 4 of my Bear Moon or Mukwa Geezis sketches! i saw that and thought: very cool!

photo of the artist… very scary. life in the city is far and away from life on the open range… but hey! in that photo above, you can see “Power Bird” on some strange thing of the city, on the corner of some city street, in Vanier, Ontario, Canada! i drive by there every now and again just to have a looksie.

and so that Bird Clan and Fish Clan business: you see i come from a culturally dead family. my native parents don’t know anything about the authentic Anishnabe culture, religion, or history. the assimilation police worked wonders on them. and so for many years in my Indigenous family there were no pow wow dancers, no pow wow singers, no sweat lodges, no visions quests, no naming ceremonies and so on. NOTHING! zilch. well that all changed when i reached the ripe old age of 21. i took the Raven out to the pow wow dance arena way back in 1988!

anyway. so my Indigenous parents have no idea what i’m asking when i ask them what clan we are. i asked my bio dad and of course he’s brain dead on the subject. i asked my bio mom and she was able to ask her mother what the symbols were on the grave markers up there at Sagamok Point and after a lot of going back and forth the old woman remembered it was a bird. which means bird clan, IF i have the story straight. much later we heard from an old timer up there in Sagamok IR that my father’s family might or could be fish. but we don’t know that one for sure.

but the rest of it is true! i did survive the 60’s scoop! unlike 3 of my brothers, RIP. and i did grow up in the town of Mindemoya, on Manitoulin Island. saved i was! rescued! pulled from what going to be imminent disaster and death. another close one…

i’m one of the folks who need to be reminded about the sweetgrass braid teaching and i remember it well, back at the N’Swakamok Native Friendship Centre, summer of 1994. the old gal who gave the teaching was filled to the brim with wisdom of the old way and sitting in her teaching circle is something i’ll never forget.

and there it is! i am very grateful to be included in their event and if the virus hadn’t shut us down, there would have been something very cool happening over there near the town of Unionville.

of course you’ll remember that i am huge fan of the Great Mark Rothko (Jackson Pollock too!). and i’m always on the look out for more stories about the artist and their amazing creations. thank goodness for these mod communications and all the info flooding in at all hours of the night!

wow. imagine that… 1955, 6 g’s a year for everything… and here we are in virus ridden 2021. if you were at the 2008 auction in New York City, aiming to buy Rothko’s No. 15 (1952), you’d need a cool 26 million dollars just to get in at the ground level with the bidding. the painting sold for a cool 45 million after all the hooting and hollering was over with.

wowza. now that is art history!

for now, in my humble shoes, i’ll imagine a Mark Seabrook twinravens original on canvas, 60×72 inches, at an auction down the road somewhere in the future, selling for a cool 45 million, but with me sitting next to it, alive and well! (ha!)

Chi Zoogpo!

aanii. that title up there, the translation is Big Snow! she’s been snowing all night! they were right about at least a foot of the stuff. ah but it is February in Canada, and in particular, O Town! usually what i do is start out from the swanky 9th around 3 a.m., arrive here around 7, set up shop and show, and do the online teaching gig beginning around 915. everyone was going on about a snow storm so i decided to take off yesterday morning and they were right! glad i’m not out there driving in that! or trying to drive in that!

so yes: online art classes! any grade level, anywhere, anytime! the virtual classroom is not the same as being there on the floor, breathing down the necks of art students but during a pandemic, this will have to do! that little computer there hooks up to Google Meet and away we go! depending on the age group, an online virtual art class runs anywhere from 30 minutes up to 75.

in art class one we look at The Woodland School of Art, created by the late and great Norval Morrisseau. and we tackle (ha! no pun intended!) the Fish Clan. through the first 3 classes we look at The Woodland style but in the fourth class we look at mod landscape. fun stuff! why are those railroad tracks in this drawing you ask? you’ll have to attend the class to find out why! no flashy or expensive art tools are needed in these online workshops, we use the basics to get started.

Sunday morning, February 14th, 2021: the boon docks north east of Markham, Ontario, just north of highway 7. i like to take a Sunday morning drive no matter the season. doesn’t matter where we are either! no train on Sunday morning! i was out there waiting for the store to open so i could buy some Valentine’s Day flowers…

hanging with the likes of Norval Morrisseau! that’s at the Bay of Spirits gallery across the street from the Art Gallery of Ontario. and speaking of the Fish Clan, there it is, cruising with the Power Bird.

sadly there have been no art shows and no university pow wows or any opportunities at all anywhere. the last show i did was the York University pow wow way back on March 7, 2020. what a downer!

ah. things will turn around soon i hope! before they do, it is the online and virtual classroom with your Anishnabe instructor: Mark Seabrook, B.A., B.Ed. ah yes! we are qualified!

2021…

i made the huge mistake of watching the movie: The Lighthouse, on Xmas day…

we had the big screen in our social isolation and everyone (all 4 of us) kicked out a few movie titles. my first two were boo’d down. title one: U Turn. title two: Falling Down. (truth is they ARE older movies… ) title 3 was also boo’d down! Dead Ringers. but then i remembered a movie i was booked to see back in the good old days, when you could go into a theatre and see it on the big screen with the big sound. rest in peace those days! the movie of course, The Lighthouse. everyone agreed. i had no idea it was extreme horror…

you see: when i was a kid i sailed the Chi Cheemaun every day for 8 weeks in the summertime, four summers worth. we’d sail the great lake Huron and the mighty Georgian Bay, the blues of which are hard to imagine, ye have to seen them. when we sailed past the Cove Island Lighthouse, argh maties, i’d stop and stare, wondering: what would it be like to be posted there back in the old days?

i also spent many a recent summer afternoon up there on the far west end of the great Manitoulin Island, up there past Meldrum Bay, up where the lighthouse is on the so called Mississagi Strait. one gin soaked afternoon we decided to take the tour and went into the lighthouse and dwelling place of the keeper… talk about death warmed over and cloned! i stood at one of those bedroom windows and looked out, imagined being there in 1931 in late autumn, the winds a howling…

have mercy. so the movie: The Lighthouse, i kind of took personally. (i know, the wrong thing to do.)

and yes. Xmas Day. the Lighthouse. me, the viewer, swimming at the bottom of a cabernet sav. whew! bad move!

we got past it! and started working our way into and through NYE. i was happy about that but not happy to know i’d never be seeing my older brothers again and my younger brothers, i have no idea where they are or what happened to them or became of them. and so i drove back to O Town alone.

Man Sits Alone on O Town Park Bench, the night before NYE

i saw this scene and knew, or guessed, i wasn’t the only one out there on their own… (i was still rattling about The Lighthouse… )

Moon Boy, 36×48 inches, acrylic on canvas, Private Collection (with a story or two too!)

after i’d settled into 2021 i started thinking about this madness going on, covid and all, the state of emergency, once again being told not to go anywhere, not to mingle. not to do anything! but instead to keep our heads down and lay low!

that’s UE, survivor of an EAGLE attack!
and that’s Mooch, survivor of a flood!

i can report that these two cats ARE going bonkers, cabin fever style, and they are tearing up the joint. truth is though, this is the first time i’ve seen them sitting there like that, side by side, on the same chair! usually when they’re that close they’re ripping each other to pieces!

of course when i see that i wonder about my old buddy Percy, now listed as KIA. i let him out back on August 16th, never imagined it was the last time i was going to see him. but then i think too, way back, to my old buddy Spooky from Hornpayne, c. 1997. now that lad was a black cat who was a soldier! then just a little while ago, a few weeks back, i saw my friend Sadaf had posted a very cool photo of her and her old buddy Merlin.

Sadaf and Merlin

now i don’t know Merlin, never shook hands with him, but gosh he sure has the eyes that the old Spookster had, and Percy too.

(we’re going to do that book: Spooky and our Trip to the Moon, but we’re going to do it colouring book style! that is going to happen this year!)

twinravens artwork at The Bay of Spirits

nice to see the folks there across from the AGO have this one on display. that is a 24×36 inch on gallery canvas, acrylic paint, and possibly one of 4 paintings on hand, at the Bay of Spirits. i will say that 2020 was a terrible year for painting production in my camp.

phone case

but there are other things to look into with paintings that have already been out and about. here is a phone case! i thought that one looked pretty slick!

okay so here we go! off to a new adventure: 2021. things are starting out not so hotski but we have to hang in there, keep our heads down, fingers crossed, and keep moving forward. and we have to know that when the summer time comes we can get back to the range, back to our paradise on this sweet earth!

my home sweet home back on Manitoulin Island

you see what i mean?

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.