Posts tagged ‘Mark Seabrook’

Paintings by Mark Seabrook

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Power Bird, acrylic on canvas board, 18×24 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  Available for purchase as of Oct. 3/019.

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Power Bird No. 5, acrylic on canvas board, 9×12 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  Available.

I have to admit I’m having fun with these pieces in frames!  Normally we sell them as unframed canvas boards but I decided to switch things up last summer, and so here we are in October with a sizeable collection, getting ready for that show in November!

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Power Bird No. 6, acrylic on canvas board, 8×10 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  Available.

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Tehkummah Scenes, acrylic on canvas, 8×10 inches, from the original run in 2013, artist collection.

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Twinravens, Winter Scenes, acrylic on canvas board, 5×7 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.IMG_8998

Tehkummah Scenes, acrylic on canvas board, 5×7 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  Available.

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Big Bucks!  Acrylic on canvas board, 5×7 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  Available.

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Power Bird, acrylic on canvas, 8×10 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  Available.

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Visiting from Over Seas, acrylic on canvas board, 14×18 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  Available.

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And so yes:  I’m having some fun here framing up these new pieces and going through the collections, framing up a few of the war horses, pieces I just couldn’t part with, playing with a new look.  And it IS fun.  We’ll be ready for that show in November!

 

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Dear Diary: August 15, 2019

oh my goodness where to start…  Well I can say the book launch party held at Huron Island Time at Providence Bay on July 20th was beautiful!  We had a great little crowd on hand, introduced the book: SUN INFINITY MOON, a little history, and opened the floor for questions and open discussion.  Now that was a lot of fun.  We have copies of the book available at Huron Island Time in Providence Bay, and if you’re rolling through the town of Tehkummah, they’re over at Ward’s General Store.

Here in Ottawa, we have copies available at Beaded Dreams, 426 Bank St., those folks are open 7 days a week.  And of course they’re on ebay, just type in Mark Seabrook in their search.

And so!  Between today and several weeks ago we’ve had some wild high jinx out there on the summer, late night, super highways between the town of Ottawa and home sweet home, Manitoulin Island!  My little red “war pony” took down a moose just east of Sudbury one fine and dreamy morning, around 1 a.m.  What a ride that was!  The cop got to looking at the car with his flash light and said:  You’re lucky to be alive.  (It didn’t take me long to figure that one out as I was ready to shake hands with the moose, up close and personal!)  And so my little red “war pony” was totalled.  The insurance guys gave me a beauty rental, a flash Malibu “Stacey” (ha!) and I was happy to have that limo, riding around the town of Ottawa and the back roads of Tehkummah, AC blasting.  On the ride back to return the limo, blazing back to Ottawa, 3 a.m., yes…  you guessed it.  I hit a deer full on.  BOOM!  And so the Malibu “Stacie” was totalled.

I sat there on the road side at 3 a.m., beauty night it was, freakishly warm, waiting for the cops, and wondered about this kooky stretch of weird luck on the highways this summer.  There have been some kooky adventures over the years:  Yes, I did survive the 60’s Scoop.  Yes, I did survive the Great Hay Wagon Disaster of 78.  Yes, I did survive being struck by lightning (although that one hurt!).  Yes I did jump out of a burning plane.  And yes I did survive a sinking at sea.  But 2 big game animals inside of 2 weeks?  Sheesh.  And I’ll be honest with you:  going eye ball to eye ball with that moose at 1 a.m., on highway 17 east bound, I really did have time to say to myself:  I’m dead.

With the deer gag, the cop settled me down, the tow truck took Stace away, and I was left there alone in the middle of the night, wondering the BIG WHY?

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Back home in Tehkummah, classic summer afternoon in progress, August 8.  Barefoot behind the wheel, barefoot on the field.

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The front of the house in Tehkummah, as seen from the trampoline/sun tan bed, on August 4th.

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Clouds over the range: a classic summer afternoon in progress, barefoot with the medicines, at peace while the war rages, many miles away.

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Looking east, at home, late afternoon: heavy duty storm clouds brewing!  Good thing it was going east!  There was an incredible wind happening when I snapped this photo.  I asked my old buddy Scott, how far away is that?  I mean yes, over the Georgian Bay, but is it over Parry Sound and Muskoka?

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“For MMIWG”, acrylic on canvas, 36×60 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  The show is on going at the Atomic Rooster, Bank Street, Ottawa.  There is still time to get over there and add this one to your collection!  Priced to sell at $3 500.

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What a difference a frame makes, twenty four little dollars…  Found this frame at the goodwill, repurposed it!  That is an authentic twinravens acrylic on canvas in there, 8×10 inches, and ready to go!  (The frame though wasn’t 24 bucks, it was really only 4 bucks!  I dressed it up with some black acrylic paint and ta da!)

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Memory lane:  found this photo, after the 2nd car crash, hanging in the upstairs, cobwebbed.  That is me and Levi working through the first 5 minutes of D. Taylor’s one act play:  Toronto at Dreamer’s Rock.  The date is June 8, 1991.  We’re on stage at the Northern Story Telling Festival, Whitehorse, Yukon.  We’re 80 plus shows into a national tour which started at Membertou First Nation months earlier, so we were a well oiled machine when we hit that stage!  I’m playing Rusty and Levi is doing Keeshig.  That’s the second stage, not the main stage, and this was our first show at the festival, of which, if memory serves, I think we were booked for 4 shows over the weekend.  So this would be sometime after midnight, Friday night.

The festival organizers had no idea who we were or what we were about so they all sat in front row seats to see this Indian outfit all the way from Manitoulin Island:  Debajehmujig Theatre Group.

We rolled through there like a bunch of bobcats and tore that place to pieces!  Like I said, we’re 80 plus shows in, and when you have that many readings stowed, you really know your lines and how to say them.  We worked them over until they were laughing themselves silly and at the end, sobbing wrecks.

The festival organizers immediately re jigged the game plan and took us off the second stage and put us on the main stage including top of the bill on a packed to the rafters Saturday night, which of course we owned.  We did a Sunday matinee and by this time the fans were in there thick!  Yeah…  first time I ever played a festival where every show had a standing ovation.  Very cool.  And a cool photo to see, after all the wild high jinx of this crazy summer.

 

Monday: Alone

And so here it is at the half way point in August, 3/4’s through another summer.  But the days have not all gone without adventure!  There have been many amusing adventures over the past 4 weeks and at this point in time the only thing I wish I had of done was taken more pictures!

What a summer!

So here I am on a Monday, alone, waiting for paint to dry.  I have CBC Radio 2 playing classical, and an open window with a breeze and a view.  Beyond that:  it is nothing but me and the open fields and big sky.  Well I have a very pleasant memory from this morning: a visit to a local, viewing art with a fellow artist.  The only thing missing from that experience was Chopin’s Nocturnes playing over the house sound.

Yes indeed what a summer.

And so as requested in recent days/weeks, a recent photo of the artist!  Taken on Saturday, August 13.  Taken on the first day in a month when I found myself truly alone.  The girls were down south.  Our summer visitors all gone.  The yard was empty.  The drive too.  It was me and the gigantic silence we get out here.  The sky was dark at 3 p.m., we’d just received our first rain in 70 days!

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“Portrait of an Artist as a Middle Aged Man”

from the pages of the ancient journals

And now long gone! I was cleaning house last week next to the blazing fire place. I thought my journals from art school would be filled with exotic tales of sketching, painting, and the life and times of the art student, age 18 to 21. Instead it was filled with debauched tales of excess, filthy with sickly adventures that had nothing to do with art and art making. For example: I went with the class to New York City, spring 1985, to visit the Met and the Guggenheim and other exotic art galleries and in particular to see a few Jackson Pollocks and a few Mark Rothkos. I found the pages from that adventure and there was not a single word about me seeing those paintings I loved so much…

Youth truly was wasted on my young.

In later journals, from the befuddled late 1990’s (also into the blaze), I found and saved these two pages from around 1998. Here is version one:

The Corn Goddess

The Corn Goddess

That’s a Bic ball point pen on regular 8.5×11″ paper. The Corn Goddess was an idea I was muddling back then. Where the finished painting ended up I’ll never know.

Version two:

Monday, Feb. 16, 1998

Monday, Feb. 16, 1998

Bic ball point pen on standard issue paper. Well I do remember the times: No Rez was a rock and roll band and full time with plane rides and shows from one end of the country to the other. Not sure if February 1998 was the time when Air Canada lost my luggage on the trip to Whitehorse. We played the Frostbite Music Festival: my guitar showed up but nothing else! (Wearing the same clothes for 2 weeks is no way to do a road trip… )

But I digress. Bottom line: I’d like to see those paintings of the famed “Corn Goddess”. If you’re out there, reading this, and you have those paintings, drop me a line and attach of jpeg of said pieces. I would love to see them again.

2nd Annual Filthy Dirty Art Show, Venus Envy, this month!

Happy New Year! Let’s keep our fingers crossed that this one is going to be a good one! We started it off in a good way by getting in with the folks at Venus Envy, on Bank Street in downtown Ottawa, and their 2nd Annual Filthy Dirty Art Show! It opened on Saturday night with lots of folks coming out even though the weather was absolutely wild!

I have 5 pieces on display, 2 paintings and 3 photographs.

3 of 5 pieces at Venus Envy

3 of 5 pieces at Venus Envy

"untitled", 5x7 inch photograph

“untitled”, 5×7 inch photograph

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“untitled”, 5×7 inch photograph

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“untitled”, 5×7 inch photograph

Of course we’ve been taking a lot of pictures over the past few years and it’s nice to have a venue to display this kind of work. If you want to see the paintings… you’re going to have to go see them for yourself! I’ll say this much about them, it’s definitely Ojibwe WOOD land art!

Night on the Range

Spent a few minutes after the fun had been done, gave Bob Dylan’s “I and I” as heard on Real Live (1985) a listen, and looked up at the mega stars, Australian Shiraz in hand, and pondered the many sunrises…

Sunrise on the Range

Sunrise on the Range

Looked at the work from today: small stuff but fun, with room for adventure once we have one of those windy days on the bridge, a few cans of big paint, a few butter knives, and some sun tanned arms.

Another sunrise on the Range

Another sunrise on the Range

Thought about my walk around in my new rubber boots, tied tight as the snow is up around my knees, pointed my camera in a hundred directions and never snapped a one of them.

Another sunrise on the Range.

Another sunrise on the Range.

It’s Thursday night on the open range. I can hear the river and the wind and I can feel November in the corner of my rooms.

Sunrise on the Range.

Sunrise on the Range.

We shall soon see what tomorrow has for us. I’ll dream too, of a time for this…

Thanksgiving at the River

Thanksgiving at the River

the Squeeze is ON!

well here it is the day before the show!  the good folks at Debajehmujig want the pieces in there tomorrow morning and i want them in there bright and early as i’m on the road to the good city of Ottawa and those grand Halloween parties as soon as the paintings are delivered.

of course none of the pieces are ready.  i have three 24×36 inch pieces and one 30×40 on the operating tables plus a bunch of smaller ones, all in the 60 to 85% complete stage…  there might be an all nighter coming up!

even out here in the boon docks sometimes its tough to stay focused.  i have the work all over the living room but these windows!  there really is something to look at out of each and every one.  out the north window i have these 2 big bluejays hustling Shelley’s feeders.  they’ve been going to work on those sunflower seeds all morning.  when you can see them up close like this, well, i for one can’t help but stop to watch.  then there are two large hawks circling, hovering, swooping in low, scaring up the meals ready to eat in the tall grass.  these hawks are big ones!  and they have that hovering action working for them this morning which, i know its bird watching, but hey, that’s quite a scene unfolding out there.  then there is that giant east window and the river flowing past…  all of this with the classical music backdrop pouring in from the upstairs sound system.  oh boy what a day at the office.

now if you’re in the Cannington area, this weekend is the last chance you’re going get to see “A Self Portrait on November 30th”, 30×40 inches, live and in person.  that war horse is going to be officially retired.  the next stop for that one, outside of here on the range, is going to be the National Gallery of Canada in which case you’re going to have to pay to see it!  right now you can see it for free at the Cameron Street Co op.  “Feeding the Evil Wolf”, 36×48″, is now long gone to an address way out west and in factola, most of those 2008 series paintings are now long gone.  i can’t believe “November 30th” made it through 3 years of shows without anyone getting wise.

well here it is in postage stamp size.