….at 29th and Lakeshore yesterday
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Weapon of Mass Instruction
I was over at The Presurfer this morning and learned about the Weapon of Mass Instruction. Yes friends, the book box has been one-upped. I’m impressed that somebody has found a use for a 1979 Ford Falcon. Argentinian artist Raul Lemesoff worked with 7UP to… Read More
Painting cycles
Exhibiting a group of paintings marks a natural end to what I think of as a cycle of work. For me that cycle really ends a couple months before the exhibition. Yesterday was the last day of my show at Yumart, Ways of the World,… Read More
Great to see everyone yesterday!
As regular visitors to this blog know, I’ve been cooped up in the house since March 9 when I slipped on a step in front of the house and broke and dislocated my ankle. Before yesterday I had only been out for a doctor’s visit… Read More
Whiskey Before Breakfast
I’ve completed a set of 15 new paintings which will be exhibited at Yumart here in Toronto in April. Here’s a sneak peak at one of the new works. I titled some of the paintings in this group, including this one, after fiddle tunes. This… Read More
Paintings by Tim Noonan
We were downtown this afternoon for the opening of a painting show at Yumart by Tim Noonan. Tim is an old friend going back to our York University days. When I do the math I realize I’ve known Tim for over 30 years. In the… Read More
Do Not Touch
This was on the wall beside an installation at the Art Gallery of Hamilton. I’m sure it was there because the installation, by Kim Adams, Bruegel-Bosch Bus, just begged to be touched. When I saw the sign though, the first thing I thought of was… Read More
Hamilton Hamilton wherefore art thou?
Paintings in Flux
I envy painters who can make a drawing then translate that drawing to a painting. In all the years I’ve been painting, that approach has been foreign to me. In fact I don’t make many drawings at all. For me it’s all one. When I’m… Read More
The Mystery
I notice I become increasingly inarticulate when it comes to talking about my painting, almost as if I don’t want it to be infected by words. Words can sully a painting and cling to it and drag it down. A few painters have a gift… Read More
27th Street 