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Favourite Mistakes Monday, January 30, 2012    Every February, I try to take a look through the studio to see what has been buried or left behind and forgotten about. It always surprises me that I can find enough to have a sale. This year I found something special. In a container that housed some paper I was looking for, was a number of my Butcher Paper paintings. I'm so glad I found these because it brought back an important lesson to me. The reason I started painting on butcher paper was because my sister was working in a deli...

Onroute Thursday, June 9, 2011 Good friend Maclean and I went to Ottawa last weekend to present our wares at the New Art Show that took place in a lovely little park in the Glebe. We rented a van, packed it with art and hit the road. Now, being of Cape Breton lineage, it is quite natural to head east in warm weather and I have many a fond memory of vacations down east. When I was a kid,  my family didn't eat out alot, so a road trip brought the chance to stop off the highway once in a while and...

A Friday In May Friday, May 13, 2011 At the moment, the ball game is on the radio. The volume is set at just the right level that I can hear the crowd noises and I have to stop and concentrate to get any details of the game. I was thinking about baseball today when I was out and around the city. It was the strangest thing that made me think about baseball, too. Everywhere I went today I saw people stop what they were doing and play with their cell phones, texting or calling. They would bend over their...

Thrills My family and I just returned from a vacation. An honest to goodness vacation, complete with theme parks and fireworks and swimming pools. We took in our fair share of rollercoasters and other rides and it got me thinking about thrills. Speed, heights and danger combined in such a way to fool our minds and bodies that something could happen that we don't really want to happen. I used to go on the occasional rollercoaster and my jaw would clamp shut and my hands would clamp tightly onto anything within reach. Then I learned that if I screamed, it...

Sunfish and Bobbers Friday, April 2, 2010     When I think of fishing, I think of bobbers. If I had to conjure up one simple image that would represent the whole experience of fishing, it would be the simple circle with a little square on top. Maybe there is such a drawing in a cave somewhere in France. And when I think of the pureness of that experience, I think of fishing for sunfish. Fly fishermen can talk about their brand of fishing as an art, pared down to the basics of form and content, the matching of wits and patience...blah, blah, blah (I'm just...