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 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 image is an etching I did a few years ago. At the time I was interested in Celtic knotwork and The Ring gave me a chance to play with that.
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.
I love looking up through a canopy of leaves on a sunny day. Today’s watercolour is an attempt to capture a bit of that experience.
Outside of Sackville N.B. sits a bridge or what remains of one. The on ramp leads you to an expanse of water and a good portion of mud marsh. In the distance you can see the other remaining ramp, just the middle is missing. That middle part is what really makes a bridge though.
