We didn’t travel much when I was a kid so when we went to Grammys it was a big deal. The trip seemed to take forever, and often I’d experience the pleasantries of car sickness. Grammy’s place was on a farm, so there was a barn and wide open fields to roam in. It was somewhere the imagination could soar. What really made it special was that it was Grammy’s home, she being one of the sweetest Irish women you could ever meet.
Today’s watercolour is a fine example of what can happen to a perfectly good shed after being exposed to a multitude of Canadian winters. I feel a bit like that myself sometimes.
Today’s watercolour is of the front of the old courthouse in Fredericton, New Brunswick. Today the building is still in use, it now houses a restaurant.
Today’s watercolour Shed II continues my interest in small outbuildings. These structures are small in stature, but somehow full of dust and mystery (just what is in that old shed anyway?).
Today’s painting is of a shed. In the hierarchy of architectural forms the lowly shed must rest somewhere near the bottom. I find it hard to explain why I’m drawn to these minor buildings. Maybe it’s their scale, or the hint of surprises hidden within those squared off walls; whatever it is, they do intrigue me.
When wet paint meets wet paper you lose a certain amount of control. What you get in return can be far better than any precisely planned out effect. That was what I was going for in Orwell PEI. I don’t know if I truly achieved it, but give me some water, a sheet of paper, a brush, and some paint and I’ll have another go.
Here’s something completely different from a few years ago. I like doing this type of work every once in a while. I find it allows me to exercise a whole other set of artistic muscles.