Please join me at my studio & showroom opening on the weekend of July 18-19 at 1886 Meadow Road, Goose Cove, just off the Cabot Trail in St. Ann’s – 10 minutes from the Gaelic College. There are new paintings, new weaving, including meditation shawls, tea towels, scarves, cards and more. Munchies and libation will be provided. I look forward to seeing you!
COVID-19 Alert: Social distancing will be practiced. Only 4 people will be allowed in the studio/showroom at one time. Hand cleanser will be available. Following the notices of the Nova Scotia Public Health Officer, masks are recommended – bring your own if you can.
Studio open hours will be Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays, 10-4 following the open house. Visit by appointment at other times. Payment accepted: cash, e-transfers, cheques.
As expected, torrential rain came down last night and all morning today. The brook became more and more full and raged forth, covering the bridge by mid-morning. As soon as I opened a window or a door, the sound of the rushing water pushed in. Gracie and I got soaked on our walk. It seemed a good idea to spend the rest of the day indoors.
I spent the afternoon and early evening sewing the handwoven bags, at last! (I had woven the fabric for the bags last fall but didn’t have enough time to weave the straps. I wove them quickly a week ago.) By the end of the evening, I had assembled three bags (seen below in the evening light), each with a large pocket inside. I need to get some large snaps for them, but otherwise these three are done. I have three more to complete. They are sturdy large bags and can hold a lot and are versatile – could be ideal book bags for example!
Last week (Tuesday night and all day Wednesday) we had a major snowstorm – a good 8 inches of heavy snow. I walked out with Gracie on Wednesday evening just around dusk in a winter wonderland – it’s particularly fixed in my mind since we encountered a lynx just 25 metres ahead of us. It leapt across the road in such a cat-like fashion with its long back legs and huge feet. We kept walking until we came to its tracks in the fresh snow – big cat footprints. I looked off to the left into the woods where it had gone and saw it sitting there – it jumped up and headed deeper into the trees. That was my first sighting of a lynx.
Two days later, most of the latest snowfall was gone. Friday was a warm dry and cloudy day – perfect for preparing the gardens around the property. I went to town on Thursday and bought cubes of compressed earth, bags of compost and other supplies. Friday morning started with nailing together the wood for two small beds, one on either side of the studio door. Gracie was especially proud of that accomplishment as you can see in the first pic!
After filling the new beds with soil and compost, I took a break and chopped some kindling. Gracie was concerned when I dropped a glove . . .
The large rock garden below the studio got a good raking, refreshed soil and compost and the back yard got raked. A few other small beds got some upgrading. As I moved my attention to the front yard where my raised vegetable beds are located, I decided to move one of the compressed soil cubes in that direction (you can see them above – cube shapes covered in black plastic). Now, these cubes are not light – in fact, I can’t pick one up at all. So, I rolled the cube, as far as one can roll a cube, from one side to another. It was slow and hard work. But the darned thing got away from me on the downward angle of the path to the front yard. Off it went, merrily rolling over and over, bouncing and turning as it veered off to the right, down the bank and all the way into the brook at the bottom! It plays like a little video in my brain. Both Gracie and I stood there and just watched it. I knew it was going to rain the next day, so there was nothing for it – I couldn’t leave it there. I had an idea to haul it back up in an old lobster bin I have, but what was I thinking – impossible. I ended up opening the cube bag, and emptying the soil bit by bit into another bag and hauling each load up one at a time. It took five trips. Made for a memorable afternoon. The second to last picture shows the view down the bank to the brook, the path that the runaway cube took – I took the picture after I hauled it all back up.
The last picture shows the raised beds with their topped up soil and raked yard. I also cleared the small bank to the right of those beds which were covered with raspberry canes and other rough growth.
It’s hard to explain how much joy I get from the bulbs coming up – all their hardy bright colours – they first appeared out of snow. I have one other garden just below my front door that needs to be completely rebuilt. However, it has many bulbs coming up and I decided I would leave it till the bulbs have done their thing.
Big thanks to Gracie for helping me laugh my way through the day – she’s not a very good supervisor – easily distracted and her judgment is questionable. But she certainly is a great companion.
In the Buddhist tradition that I follow, there is a ritual of cleaning up the meeting room and other facilities in the temple or meeting space – it is called Temple Cherishing Day. This was my Cape Breton and Meadowbrook Cherishing Day!
Things have moved along quite quickly with the painting in this last stage. I didn’t post after the third rose because it had problems at that point and I needed to fix them. So, here is the perhaps final version of the painting.
I’m still a bit too close to it to “see” it, if you know what I mean. But, hey, it’s done and that’s something. There is always the fear that I might do something that will ruin the whole thing but I kept holding that thought outside my work. I might do some things differently another time. I also might make some adjustments tomorrow or in a few days when I get a fresh look at it.
During this painting, I occasionally had the radio on and was listening to pandemic updates when I wasn’t listening to music on Spotify. But in the last few days, the tragic hard-to-fathom madness that led to so much death and destruction in mainland Nova Scotia, permeated the airwaves in my studio from time to time. The flowers seem almost an offering as spring is well on its way. Peonies are so beautiful and the blossoms last such a very short time. Roses are so delicate and breathe such sweetness our way. Let’s take a deep breath and breathe out for all those suffering.
Time to start thinking about the next painting! Thanks for dropping by!
I got thinking about the composition and how I want to finish this painting. So, I took an even lighter touch on the second rose and will continue lightly with the third one which is already started. I washed out the top right corner and integrated the background on that side. I’ve learned more about how to paint yellow with these roses, but it is a serious challenge. I wanted to keep them as an understatement next to the peonies and I think that is working. I haven’t quite decided what to do with the top left corner . . . tomorrow’s decision and surprise!
We had a blizzard last night and into this morning. Heavy wet snow blanketing everything. It is beginning to melt this evening and hopefully won’t last too long. It did permit me to have one more snowshoe hike on a break from painting.
I wanted to do some embroidery on the flap of those bags I started last fall. It’s been quite a while since I did any needle work like that, so I thought I would do a sampler. I liked the idea of working with various fall leaf images and I had some flattened leaves I had collected, oak, maple, and others. Did some sketching, picked up some embroidery supplies and did this sampler.
It’s kinda fun. But, let me tell you, I wouldn’t try to do this on a bag flap – wayyyy too much work. However, the outline of the leaf might be doable. We’ll see . . . perhaps a lino print image with fabric ink might be better . . .
This image is a bit different for me – so much colour! It developed petal by petal and I am pretty happy with the result. As I was working on it, I wondered what it would be like to produce a similar painting on a much larger scale. Stay tuned!
Peonies are now done. The preliminary stage this morning and the latest stage from this afternoon. I darkened up the top right corner – and may do something else with it – not sure yet.
I found the third peonie pretty challenging – each petal seemed to have a lot going on in it and I wasn’t sure it would hang together. And the inside stamens were dark, yet light, all on a dark bloodish red background. I might do it differently next time, but it’s done on this one. It might even already be a tad overworked in the centre, and overworking is a real killer to a watercolour painting. Knowing when to stop is critical. Better to feel you haven’t done enough – you can always go back in. When I started this third blossom, my head was preoccupied with “was I getting it right?”. So, I stopped, took a breath and had a cup of tea, and decided that if it wasn’t going to work, then it wouldn’t work. I would count all the effort as a learning experience. Same as with the previous two flowers, I had to just focus on that bit of light and that bit of shadow and that shape of a blended colour . . . And that is how I have to keep approaching this piece.
Yellow roses are next, and orange frilled tulips too, not to mention a few leaves and other dark details. In my last painting, the yellow tulips were the biggest challenge. I want to do better with them in this painting. How does one get “dark” yellow?? And yellow can be so transparent and light, how do I distinguish the highlights? The light yellow picks up a lot of reflected colour from around it – and that is something to capture as well. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
I was happy to get some paintings done while I was in Ontario this past winter, although I didn’t do as many as I had hoped. Happily, I got side-tracked doing lino prints with Claire some of which I will post later. They make great cards. Claire’s were really good!