You really can’t contain the Borealis.
Today’s painting is part of a show at Gallery 78 in Fredericton, New Brunswick.
The Mason jar has returned.
It’s Spring and a young man’s heart turns to “marbles”? A long time ago, in a land not so far away, I could hardly wait for the snow to melt and reveal the somewhat sodden turf beneath. The perfect playing field for the time-honoured game of marbles. Though my playing days are but misty memories, when the days lengthen, one can’t help but wish to click a tenner or two.
Spring is just around the corner and we could all use a bit of hope. At our house, one of the early signs of spring is the availability of tulips. They seem to signal an end to darker days, and the promise of new growth. Stay safe everyone, and like my floral friends, keep stretching toward the light.
It’s hard sometimes, but I think the jar really is at least half full.
Maybe not a classic… but it is a book. I’ve collected a bunch of images of my paintings honouring the humble mason jar and its ability to preserve things we value. Then I encased them between some mighty fine pieces of cardboard along with a dollop of written commentary. If you’re interested you can find the book at https://www.blurb.com/b/11043854-well-preserved .
Sometimes the planets align, and then at other times everything seems out of orbit. I hope your own personal solar system is humming along in tune.
Today’s painting continues an interest in the machinations of Singer sewing machines.
Today’s painting has been on the to do list for a while. Now with it’s somewhat seasonal colouring, I think it’s on the ta-done list.