8 / 73 is the last of this group of small constructions, at least for now, as I turn my attention back to painting. It’s the only one in the group that features instructions: READ THE MANUAL BEFORE INSTALLING. Who does that?
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Rocket
It turns out that you can glue a chunk of metal to a piece of foam with a glue gun, as long as you wait just a little bit so the melted glue isn’t hot enough to melt the foam. Hmmm…Maybe I should have just… Read More
Ghost
Another construction. Ghost. Perfect for the season. And did I tell you Tuffy P went on a ghost walk last week? True that – down at the exhibition grounds. Speaking of Hallowe’en, one of our neighbours has gone all out decorating his place. He’s done… Read More
Maiden Voyage
I’ve been messing about with some little constructions. I’ve been thinking of them as doodles or sketches in a way, breaking down old patterns and ways of looking at things more than anything else. I don’t know where they’ll take me, if they take me… Read More
New Painting
I finished off a new painting the other day. This one is called False Morel, or The Mycologist’s Bad Dream. It’s acrylic and found chunk of car part on unprimed plywood panel. This painting is 6 feet wide and 4 feet high. I found the… Read More
Rossi, connoisseur of art, cat
Rossi is lounging in front of his favourite painting. It’s one of our faves too, a very large canvas by the late John Howlin.
Ab Ex
I’ve been meaning to check out the Abstract Expressionist New York exhibition at the Art Gallery of Ontario all summer, and realized that this weekend was my last chance as the show is coming down. Although I am very familiar with the work of most… Read More
One day back in the 80s on Ossington Ave.
In the mid-80s, I had a studio in an old hardware store at 70 Ossington Ave. here in Toronto. A few of my old pals who visit this space may remember it. We had some good times there. It had pegboard walls from the hardware… Read More
Even after all these years… #painting
…when I venture into my painting studio, I do so with the uneasy feeling that anything can happen.
My Attempt at Giving up Painting has ended in Failure
To steal a line from the Merle Travis, “like a fiend with his dope, and a drunkard his wine…” I’ve found my way back into the little studio I’ve been calling The Anchovy Can. It seems I’m unable to stay away indefinitely. Here is another… Read More
27th Street 