
We all need a bit of support. In order to walk, and then to run, from our earliest days to times later in life we need support. These “Walking Shoes” gave our first-born support for those first few steps.
We all need a bit of support. In order to walk, and then to run, from our earliest days to times later in life we need support. These “Walking Shoes” gave our first-born support for those first few steps.
It’s been hard, but I’ve finally got my ducks in a row. Have a great weekend.
Some hide their treasures in buildings dark and grey.
I prefer mine encased in glass, and topped with a golden roof.
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 .