I wanted a part of my current sculpture project to be black. A black that wasn’t paint. A black that didn’t hide the fact the I was working with wood. A black that, from a distance, identifies form as a two dimensional silhouette. A black that was the wood and not something that sits on the surface. I wanted simplicity that also offered a sense of depth and … Read More Fire
As the last of the snow disappears from my backyard and I eagerly await the bloom of spring flowers, I find myself anticipating the completion of the project currently on my workbench. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Way ahead considering things are still in the early stages of wood removal. From a seasonal perspective, I’m still in mid-winter on this sculpture. It’s super … Read More All In Good Time
I like writing, journaling, storytelling, even the physical act of practicing penmanship is a present-focused, meditative endeavour. I like how what I write enhances what I create. I like how it tells the story of a piece I’ve worked on, laboured over and lived with, often for weeks and weeks. I like that I can go back and read what I have written. It … Read More Text In Art
Here’s what I already know. I know that when I’m working on a sculpture, getting ready for an exhibition or pursuing an idea I’m all-in. I eat, breath and sleep art…my art. The ideas come fast and furious, the days are too short and I live in one space, the studio. It feels like it will last forever, this all-encompassing arena of creativity. I warn … Read More In The Mean-Time
Without the art there is nothing to share, nothing to talk about, nothing to feel, nothing to connect us. Marketing, self-promotion, website development, brochures, social media posts, the list goes on and on. All of that is well-and-good and a necessary part of every artist’s career. Strip all of that away however and what remains is the studio. A solitary space that drives everything. The studio … Read More The Studio
I know you. Stood next to you among your brothers and sisters. Felt the same wind, sun, rain upon my skin. You know my inspiration. Have seen their face, heard their voice, felt their touch.