Being seen


Broken, a strangely beautiful composition


2B or not 2B



A little quiet, a little dark but jolly in the middle


TGIF


Batten down the hatches

Collage by deborah harris, using an image of Botero's sculpted head.


Our bookstore has expanded


Something Fishy Going On


The Ladder Bookstore


Tree pruning is an acrobatic art


What is a portrait?

 

A portrait is a painting, photograph, sculpture, or other artistic representation of a person, in which the face is always predominant.

In arts, a portrait can be represented as half body and even full body.

If the subject in full body better represents personality and mood, this type of presentation may be chosen.

The intent is to display the likeness, personality, and even the mood of the person.


The Fourth Experiment

Playing with spaces

by Sae Kimura

by deborah harris


Feeling like this


Passing Figures


Stretched Inside of Time


The Meeting...Whose in charge here?


Season of the Reindeer

Photographs from the book 'GENESIS'

by Sebastiao Salgado


One of many



Wild Life


Friday's healthy suggestion

We are thinking about our dear friend Yayo.

"Hi Yayo!"


Two full or empty


Yesterdays not quite dead fish


Tuesday with Picasso



Matador 1970 by Pablo Picasso

Friday surprise

Grateful


At the table


Painting by Mark Rothko


Love thy neighbour...

Liberty

crossing the desert

carrying what is left of the flag

face hidden beneath the stars.

 

Sheep huddle a distance behind

they do not know if she is friend or foe,

they don't remember when she was their shepherd,

when she kept them safe.

Liberty: freedom from arbitrary or despotic government or control.

freedom from external or foreign rule; independence.

freedom from control, thinking, speaking , according to choice.

freedom from captivity, confinement, or physical restraint:


A long climb up

...and then what?


Ghost Sightings (must be Halloween)



Influenced from the day before


Musical Interlude


Joseph Lammirato generously constructs and installs his works on telephone poles

on streets in cities far and wide. He has created these new works and hung them on

the wall surrounding the outside courtyard at the gallery. It seems when you stand

next to them that you are seeing music written on the fence.

Please come and visit.



What is Art?


Improvisation on Chagall


Marc Chagall

The Bride and Groom of the Eiffel Tower (1938-39).


Pigeons know how to fly!


Watching the clouds go by


What the birds are wearing


Thank goodness it's Friday!


The Second Experiment

Collage by Sae Kimura


Fall


Small Moves, the first experiment

Light and Shadow


Illumination


I have a little bit of headache


Collage by deborah harris


Being Here and There


going through the papers


Also in the collage gallery


High Sky


New Genesis Gallery


8 new works in collage gallery

By Eduard Zibnitski


Looking out the window


The Cowgirls Visit

Installation in the main gallery

Charcoal drawing by Vivian Felsen


First Fall


Aligned


Revolving


Something Fishy


Holding change as an unopened flower


Climbing ladders


The mystery of objects out of context


Waiting


Irresistible

 

 

 

finding a fragment of an image

 

left lying on the table.

 

Every semblance of identity removed

 

and what remains?

 

eye and nose, closely cropped

 

looking at a single point of focus,  me

 

when I return that stare..

 

The face, incomplete

 

seeks another eye.

 

In paisley landscape what seems to be

 

an inward gaze and where the lines converge and twist

 

small circle, questioning, surprised,

 

a mouth

 

The features are expressed.

 

 

 

Without a body the face is a mask.

 

A body gives place to a face.

 

When it sits the face can nestle

 

drop in between the shoulders

 

chin slide towards resolve.

 

 

 

Hands

 

make agreement with visage

 

spontaneously sharing a language

 

known by habit.

 

 

 

Legs and arms are limbs from the same tree.

 

They may have sprouted from the head, roots

 

from the lima bean experiment in grade one.

 

 

 

The possibility of moving is in the feet

 

or of waiting

 

undecided,

 

to stay or to go.

 

 

 

Going is compact but serious.

 

Staying is inappropriate in the rough terrain

 

but tempting.

 

She could almost disappear in the surroundings

 

is porcelain against the rocks.

 

 

 

Light blushes crystal

 

bewitching time at sunset

 

sacred and auspicious,

 

to be here now.

 

 

dh

 

Harvesting Sunflowers


Photographs by Simeon Posen on exhibit in the photography gallery


TGIF


Five Paintings


In retreat

Mark Rothko, Woman Reading 1933


Tasting a colour


The sun descends


Enter the light


On the road to somewhere

Tis the season of the skunks!


Prayer


Moving towards the space between

It is observable that opposite colours

have a tension and a vibration between

them. A dynamic reverberation which

infuses the space between them.

 



A Gift Received

Big Little Lion

This collage was made for a little big Leo friend, Oto, for his 4th birthday.

Big energy in a  small body.

Still life with candle when the power is out

Still Life with White Cups

Hot as Hades


How do you know what you know?

A little bird told me so.

Just pretending to fish

We will resume the blog on Tuesday August 13th.

 

Be well.


Feeling hot and slow, almost on vacation

Four eyes, four legs, four hands, four letters




Who let the cat's in?

Stay Cool


Sitting on Eggs


Rain

The Art of Boro

 

Boro (ぼろ) are a class of Japanese textiles that have been mended or patched together.[1] The term is derived from the Japanese term "boroboro", meaning something tattered or repaired.[2] The term 'boro' typically refers to cotton, linen and hemp materials, mostly hand-woven by peasant farmers, that have been stitched or re-woven together to create an often many-layered material used for warm, practical clothing.

 


Butterfly landing in nature's collage


"Artists together"...


                              ...as our friend Floyd Kuptana used to say.

Elemental Beings


Singin' in the Rain


Friday Assembly


Faces

Video installation by Joachim Oepkes

A Rainy Day in July




Panning for Gold


Red meets yellow


Looking for red


From one room to another

something to be explored


Questions open doors

...answers close them

 

                                       try to keep asking


A Pissarro Day

  Berneval Meadows Morning

Camille Pissarro 1830-1903

 


A little bit of matcha green

(It looks bigger because it's closer than the boot)


Play Day

Inspired

Jean Édouard Vuillard (French artist, 1868-1940)

Marie at the Balcony Railing 1893


Chillin'


In the heat of the moment

Collage by Eron Boyd

Shades of black and white

Observing the creative process

 

Sometimes in collage workshops participants will express

that they are bored that their work seems to repeat patterns.

I believe recognizing our patterns makes perception visible.

We are able to see what we see or rather how we see.

 

Perhaps repetition is an attempt to penetrate understanding?

 

The above paintings are by Giorgio de Chirico.

1888-1978


Almost Falling Over


Too Much to Attend to...

 

 

 

 

...but nothing has dropped yet.


May I have compassion


Overcoming Their Differences


A show of hands


Revealing what is just below the surface


Aligned with the center

Beauty is a gift

Sharing Inspiration

Today we had a visit from our friend Eric McConachie who lives and paints at his home in Haliburton.

During our visit he shared stories with us of Peter Camani.

This video will introduce him also to you.

Joyful

Sometimes when I open my mouth

a rhino comes out running

another pauses close behind

considering

Running and Considering

friendly siblings

on either side of expression.

 

 


Ascending to the top floor


The writing is on the wall


Out of the boudoir into the feild, a collage journey

Collage by deborah harris


Painting by Pierre Bonnard 1867-1947


A fugue in three movements


Collage by deborah harris

Collage by Jill Lawrence


Collage by Eron Boyd


Crow complains and Eagle listens

Photo by Dominique Cruchet

 

"The spring is here and the fields are full of yellow color and we met a crow and an eagle having a conversation in the middle of a field. It felt joyous to have seen them and that they kept arguing in front of us."

 

From Joan Cullen  and Dominique Cruchet in Prince Edward Island



reflection


Quilted




Finding ourselves at the table Part 1


Part 2


Part 3


One pigeon to another, "Thank goodness it's Friday!"


Somewhere between a rock and a hard place the flowers grow


Lift Off


A big small space


Three Faces

Collage by deborah harris

The Rescue

Today we changed the Library to be home to the painting 'Wolf' by Travis Shilling.

Travis Shilling is represented by Ingram Gallery in Yorkville where he has been showing since 2012

You can treat yourself to a  view of these exhibitions on their website.

https://ingramgallery.com/artists/travis-shilling/index.htm

Holding onto a white flag


The place is here


Opulent


Sitting with her shadow


Looking Up


Impossibly light and impossibly heavy


Haiku


Unfolding


Visiting birds

A day of complex emotion


Riding the weather


Falling Asleep

trying to tame the beast


Walking through an arbour of blossoms

Early morning Odawara, Kanagawa, Japan



Head in the wind, foot in the box


What is truth?


Without Words


The Wind Rages


Open to Receive



Seeing Through a Veil of Green

Clouds Gathering


It's Spring!


what goes up must come down


The first step can be the hardest



A Brown Button Day


Friday Part 2 - He's kind of missing the point


Friday Part 1 - On a slow boat to China


Waiting for the rain


Receiving the sunlight


In the Dark Room

Daniel Hanequand had direct experience of war. Some years after surviving that experience he made these

pieces, eight in total. We did not have occasion to meet him but we met his wife, Maria Carla, and she

bequeathed some of his work to us. I think that we are living in a time when we need to reflect upon the

madness and sacrifice of war. It is a privilege to be able to show this work which does not champion

political sides but instead awakes us to the enormous cost to all of us if we allow ourselves to be infected

by hate.


A day with many layers

Merging


Balancing

Collage by deborah harris

Perplexed


Wind and Sun and Chocolate (TGIF)

"Today the wind is not mean."  SK


Room with a View


Companions

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                             Collage by Eron Boyd

On a path of recurrence


Looking Up


Where to look if you loose your baguette

Photograph by Simeon Posen, collage intervention by deborah harris


As Different as Night and Day



Catching a magic moment


A meeting in the library with three engineering students


How to describe a space which is not merely shaped by walls and ceiling and floors

a space which is held and shaped by attention

a space which changes shape by the questions it poses, by the forms placed in it.


Happy birthday Floyd


Eleven Pigeons Sitting


Welcoming the Year of the Dragon

Somethings are too overwhelming to explain.... but we can try

 

Today's inquiry... what is skill , the ability , through repeated practice to do something well, what part does skill play in all creative endeavors and

what is that other part, the mysterious inspiration which sparks that skill.

 

A ship takes skill to build, the skill and strength of many workers.

 

A wave does not take skill,  a wave happens.


Shadow Play


Unlikely Liasons


Stepping out of the line


Walking on the sunny side


Couch, the verb


Please, lay down on the couch I have prepared

and I will try to keep my objections gentle

my observations fair and fact

Couched statements are not too heavy,

resisting gravity and serious complaint.

Their feet are poised to fly,

practising exit,

lest they offend.

 


Not sleeping

 

If she had ever dreamt of flying this might be her dream
but she has never had a dream of flying, as far as she remembers.
It is a mystery she appears to know how.
In the row of houses she is holding all the doors open from her heart. All are closed.
Half her face is marbled with lines and shadow, a roof rests on her head
and why hover over this particular landscape at sun's pink setting?
Perhaps an aesthetic choice places her there.

It is the wind which keeps her bouyant,
a ship sailing through the sky,
without apparent departure or destination site,
an everlasting moment
seen by one other. 

The story evolves


Today we added three paintings to the Genesis Gallery.

As is happens when you add or subtract one object everything must shift,

and so it was.

In the top image we hung  'Awakening'  by Andrea Maguire

In the context of  'moved by the invisible' it seems to be the spirit which animates the figure in the black kimono.

In the middle image we see 'Fairgrounds'  by Chris Langsthroth.

In this painting there are seven figures walking together.

The pillars behind by Ramona Zoladek seem to emerge from the strokes of paint.

There are also seven figures in the painting 'Returning Home' by deborah harris.

All the figures have perhaps left what appeared to be the 'ark'.

They have landed and disembarked to begin another part of the journey.

 

Sometimes there is colour


rEhANging thE tOP FlOOr


Today part 1


Seeing the space as if for the first time


Returning with the scent of where we've been


Re-entry

Remembering

Floyd Kuptana drawing his line in the studio some years ago

Running together thirteen hours apart

...one in the past one in the future

trying to meet in the present

Sitting on the sidelines


Neither in nor out

Collage by deborah harris


Collecting stars

Flying fish

The day that I received this photo from Sae (still in Japan) I had a conversation about planes and how

I could not be complacent about how strange and extraordinary it is that we can make something so

huge and make it float in the air. I thought that if I could make an image of whales in the sky perhaps

it would remind us. Sae sent me this image in reverse, the reflection was not as obvious because

it was upside down but when we turned it around it became the image I had imagined.

Close Up and Far Away

Mount Fuji as seen from Ashigar-toge Pass, north -east of Odawara, Japan.

Here comes the sun, la la la la la

Today the sun came out!

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone

I don/t want to blame Sae's visit to Japan for our lack of sunshine but...

Moving into the New Year one step at a time