I had the chance to visit M's grade 8 class and make dystopian self portraits with them. We drew our faces on primed wood blocks, then glued found objects along the lines. To complete the portraits, we painted them. It was a good opportunity to meet the creative students who make up this class, and to see their amazing teacher in action.
I made a few paintings, all on top of eachother.
"I Hear the River", an acrylic painting on stretched canvas. This piece speaks of the restorative and ever changing beauty of nature. While drinking in the scene that inspired the painting, I thought upon the vast spaces we enjoy in Canada and our responsibility to approach the land and its resources with respect, gratitude, wisdom and generosity. (22" x 30")
crimson, gold. fleeting beauty and northern lights. crunching footsteps. dancing with, breathing in sunlight through the leaves. senses ruffled, filled with wonder.
anticipation, and lightly mourning summer.
Each layer of wax and fabric dye offers up new effects and surprises. This piece reminds me of the February sunshine that flooded our living room two homes ago. We would bask in it after a bath. The little one has a treble clef in her ear. This eludes to the songs she hears every day and night, the songs and love that will become a melodious thread in the fabric of her life.
The piece in progress almost looks like the mother is holding her pregnant belly, waiting. Seems like it's always the case with children, wondering what the future holds, who they will be... while the trick is to enjoy the moment.
Thanks for stopping by my blog! I am excited to share what is going on in my art practice, one project or thought at a time. To take a look at my past work in the Yukon, click on: