tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30137244656096533822024-03-19T04:48:35.901-04:00Journaling With PaintBruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.comBlogger599125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-84549992082446406722020-05-30T14:19:00.002-04:002020-05-30T14:23:10.394-04:00Learning... "to See"... to Create One's Own Vision<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">"Seeing"... Develops From Looking... But they do NOT Share the Same Meaning</span><br />
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A true Artist spends his/her entire lifetime searching for new thoughts... ideas and connections that continue to feed and motivate further voyages of discovery... to better their craft... their person... or their simple "thirst for knowledge."<br />
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Seeking to follow this path will demand risking... sacrifice and a willingness to accept new beliefs... or possibilities For most artists who embark on this journey, there is likely little (if any) guarantee of wealth or acceptance. It is truly the path that the iconic American poet Robert Frost described in his epic favorite... "The Road Not Taken."<br />
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Making Art... is but one part of the voyage..The visual manifestation of the "inner voice"... or soul. The brushstrokes... when arranged poetically create a harmony and "being"... unlike any other produced by any other. Over time the practice leads to the development of a unique and confidentially different style which separates the artist's work from that of others.<br />
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I would encourage an aspiring or beginning artist to carry a sketch pad... with tools of choice wherever you go. Record findings... reflections... simple notations that might inspire deeper thought and perhaps the meat back in your studio to make a painting. Make small "notan" sketches that can form building blocks and inspiration when time... and the "Muse" coincide.<br />
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I would encourage you to venture out with a simple painting kit (your choice of medium)... portable easel to a quiet destination where you can work in complete privacy and solitude. Keep your goals simple... and your expectations grounded firmly under you. Experience... DOES MATTER!!!<br />
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Finally... you will most likely find yourself driven to "copying" the scene as exactly as it lays before you. It will likely be overly fussy in detail at first. But as you become fore comfortable with the tools and Nature's "<span style="color: #cc0000;">guidelines" </span>... emphasis on the GUIDE part!<br />
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Begin taking risks... until at last... over time you will gain comfort and fluidity to your thinking.... and <i style="color: #cc0000;">"brushwork."</i> Brushstrokes can be likened to musical notes... the sum total of these create a musical <span style="color: #cc0000;">"</span><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">score"...</span> </i>painting.<br />
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I would like to present a visual presentation here for you which I feel demonstrates clearly how painting en plein air (on location) can result in improved results... if you are willing to risk.<br />
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"Last Vestige of Winter, Rock Lake" - oil on toned panel 12 x 16 inches<br />
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This plein air sketch was created in about three hours start to finish... in very low light conditions. But I was satisfied that it caught the spirit of what lay before me and had interesting shapes and ideas to be explored in better conditions... and comfort.<br />
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The embedded memory of this wee quick sketch continued to pique my interest. So much so, that on another sketching trip the next day, I returned to the location ready... and primed by the previous art-ifact (LOL). Here is the result of this adventure...<br />
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"Morning Shadows... Rock Lake, Algonquin Park"- oil canvas 20 x 24 inches<br />
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Changes??? Larger format/space to push paint. More obvious and pleasing to me though was the illumination added to the scene. It had life added.. a certain "joie du vivre" which speaks deeply and truthfully, I think from within me to the viewer.<br />
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Finished - success. Move on. Yes ... I did feel that way for a good many years. I felt a certain sense of triumph in "capturing" that location. Everyone that I had shared it with knew the spot immediately and agreed.<br />
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But something ... again deep within me screamed out to be addressed. Hmmmm...<br />
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So I stepped to it again back in the studio..... last week!!<br />
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There has been a VERY substantial shift and change in composition in this one. What is missing? Is that shape/form truly... missed? Or does its absence leave an opening for another and perhaps more pleasing interpretation and result?<br />
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I removed the right hand fir tree by "scumbling" and sanding it into oblivion. I was careful to repaint those areas changed with more pigment... lest the image bleed through later<br />
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Here is the way I finished the painting. I am pleased. What are your thoughts... I'd be interested. What is accomplished... if ranching to take such a drastic and destructive step away from the original concept?<br />
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I'm satisfied! I "own " it because I created it using new elements and removing those that I felt were less effective. Mother Nature is hardly perfect. What else matters??? Onward!<br />
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Good painting to ALL!<br />
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-66240864694969280842020-04-12T09:15:00.003-04:002020-04-12T09:36:29.010-04:00Easter... Be "Hoppy!"<br />
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"Rockport Resurrection" - For Allison<br />
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This is a different kind of Easter for certain. Any sense of celebration this year pales in comparison to most others... no matter our tendency to (over) chocolate coat and to place the great focus on family turkey dinner gatherings.<br />
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The streets are bare... and the rush in the candy departments and butcher shops is non-existent in my eyes. It is, at best... a halfhearted feeling around in a very darkened world... coated mostly in fear and apprehension not in celebrating.<br />
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We are fast approaching the 3rd anniversary of of our dear daughter Allison's tragic passing on April 26th, 2017. All celebrations are much less than they were prior to her untimely leaving. We depend on each other to band together to help celebrate these events... if for no other reasons than for the young children we adore and the fact that Allie expected us to lead our lives fully in her honor. And we do that.<br />
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Each of us has our own unique approach to doing this... and the situation this year will test that to its fullest. We can't be together and share company and meals. How do e accomplish this???<br />
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Here's my own personal plan. My plan has been running in full swing for over two weeks now:<br />
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I have created a virtual gallery of small quick oil sketches on 5 x 7 inch panels. I place each as it is completed on its own small easel. The rack has three shelves , each shelf capable of housing three of these wee gems as they appear from my easel.<br />
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The subject matter is purposely varied. Yesterday's sketch was a tribute to my now grown sons Liam and Bryn. It has a definite Easter "feel" ... being a still life holding their treasured personal egg cups. Bryn was Mouse... Liam the Loud Lion. Very appropriate!<br />
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Overheard this morning: Liam to Bryn<br />
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"What do you mean... Easter is cancelled???"<br />
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Here is a shot recording the Grand Opening of our new and virtual Sherman Pandemic Paint Box Gallery. The virtual visitors have been very supportive and enthusiastic. Could this perhaps not... be just a joke???<br />
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I will venture out soon to pay a visit with Allison... at her commemorative tree planted in her honor on the Kingston waterfront in front of the Kingston General Hospital where she received treatment s... and finally passed. IT is the place where the Sherman Circle of Loved ones and Friends meet to honor her on special occasions.<br />
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Then back to my easel to complete another Pandemic Painting.<br />
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Stay tuned...<br />
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PS Happy Easter to all! Stay Home... and Stay healthy! Blessings to your house from ours!<br />
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"This too... shall pass."Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-85267054962111061262020-04-08T09:31:00.000-04:002020-04-08T09:31:01.189-04:00Looking... and Painting... ThoughtfullyAs artists, we are often led to believe that our thinking and painting must reflect a deep and highly intellectual idea... a novel idea, or unique approach. We then search relentlessly... and often actually contribute to the "blocks"to our productivity in searching thus.<br />
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One strategy that I employ in my own painting process is to cross reference various activities that I enjoy one to another. I love to walk... usually favoring early morning or late in the evening. That might mean being up before sunrise, or conversely after dark... especially on moonlit nights.<br />
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In both cases, I am seeking an uninterrupted solitude. It within these quiet spaces when my creative mind can perform the mindful gymnastics and connect with the natural world around me.<br />
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I would offer these next few glimpses of paintings that represent the dividends coming out of this approach.<br />
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"Jail Birds"- 10 x 12 inch oil on canvas</div>
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This light - filled, yet moody subject incorporates two (on the surface) unrelated elements. The building located in Hillsdale, for many years served as a jail to hold law breakers until they could be transported to a larger center for trial.</div>
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On the ground, oblivious to the location... blackbirds conduct their late evening meal... readying themselves for their fall migration southward. The color in the backdrop subtly alludes to that fact.</div>
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Sometimes... a simple observation in an everyday setting can elevate the smallest "idea"... turning it into a gem. The choice of a thought- provoking title adds even further to the appeal. Word play is as well... a valuable asset in choosing one's ideas to paint.</div>
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I have held this post in reserve for a very long time now... which is not at all unusual for me. I often by greeting cards in a similar fashion because the image and thoughts capture my imagination and visual tastes. Such is the case here.</div>
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I have not posted intentionally for a very long period of time and I has actually come to the site this morning to shut it down permanently. I spend a lot of time... thinking about the message and the artwork and the word content to support each post. </div>
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Lately, I have struggled to maintain my optimism for Blogger as a social medium platform. That has not changed. I am offering today's post to try... one last time to bridge the troubled water here and in the world today because of the pandemic threats.</div>
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I have switched my attention to Face Book and have been posting with good success and enthusiasm. I have been creating and posting small 5 x 7 inch oil on panel paintings with a short message. It has been well received and my Faith for the recovery process has been revitalized. So here is a sample you can use as a yard stick of worth. Head to Face Book... if it suits your fancy.</div>
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In any event, I offer blessings and prayers for each of the circle of friends who have been so faithful along my blogging journey. Stay well... and <span style="color: red;"><b> STAY INSIDE... practice social distancing... if you must go outside!</b></span></div>
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-76400885937150554322020-03-09T18:32:00.001-04:002020-03-12T08:53:47.692-04:00March... the Time When Spring Tosses Winter to the Side of the Road<span id="goog_826508857"></span><span id="goog_826508858"></span><br />
March is such a mysterious month. A month like none other really. It seems to change day to day... and if one is attuned... one will easily note that changes do occur hourly.<br />
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Looking into the ravine located just to the east of our building a new pink haze dominates the crowns of the trees. That haze is attributable to the newly opened buds... all within the same hours today.<br />
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Other new "happenings" coincide with these just mentioned. Every day this week, skeins of noisy, excited Canada geese... migrating to northern summer nesting grounds high overhead signal yet another annual change.<br />
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Noisy American robins dart here and there perhaps in search of food... but more likely are establishing territorial claims.<br />
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I could go on with observations that tell me... that spring is in the air. However, I have chosen to couple up my most recent painting completed this week with a poem entitled March... ironically written exactly eight years ago on Friday, March 9th, 2012.<br />
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Ironically???... I wonder!<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: red;">March</span></i></b><br />
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Yester week's deep drifts of powder are all but vanished,<br />
Bone-chilling cold... by a warmer sun has been banished.<br />
White isles of snow in a tawny ocean of brown,<br />
The air is perfumed pungently by the smell of bare ground.<br />
Winter's ermine mantle has become rather ruddy,<br />
Sullied by the rain and by thawing fields muddy.<br />
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High winds play tag through the now budding bough,<br />
The quiet of winter replaced by new birdsong now.<br />
Long quiet streams awaken from their sleep,<br />
The dark rushing waters have a promise to keep.<br />
Together... these harbingers trumpet the arrival of a king,<br />
The coronation of Hope... and the arrival of Spring!<br />
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-A.W.B<br />
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Here is the initial white chalk drawing on a 24 x 30 inch birch cradle board panel, toned with black gesso. I find such mapping easy to interpret and easy to change randomly if necessary'<br />
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The painting process nearly always begins for me with a lay in of the lightest area... the sky. I work slowly through the middle ground... leaving the forground to be resolved last. Here, the greater amount of detail and exact colors are placed to draw the viewer deep into the background.<br />
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Here I have "danced in" the snow patches and posts which create an interesting visual composition and pattern. All that remains to be done now... is "to push and pull" tonal values to balance and correct earlier interpretations. I also take time to add in what American Impressionist Master Emile Gruppe called... c<span style="color: red; font-style: italic;">olor surprises,</span> This strategy encourages the brain of the viewer to search for these<span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"> </span>bits of eye candy.</div>
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Here is the final product... "March... a Time When Spring Sets Winter By the Side of the Road."<br />
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I hope that you can feel the joy that Spring delivers to my soul. Whether in verse ... or in paint the Natural World and its wonders continue to sustain me and to help me to continue to believe... the "Goodness exists. (Thank you to a fav Quebecois writer/novelist, Louise Penny for this wonderfully uplifting thought,)<br />
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Happy Spring Painting... to ALL!<br />
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Rich blessings of Joy and Good Health!<span id="goog_193458972"></span><span id="goog_193458973"></span><br />
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-60530809443003462672020-03-02T09:02:00.000-05:002020-03-02T14:33:09.264-05:00"What a Difference A Day Makes... " Part TwoAnd what a difference - when one is prepared physically and mentally to paint... be it inside or outside. It is the state of mind that sets the tempo for success in creating anything.<br />
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Certainly on this occasion, the weather was more than cooperative... providing sunny conditions and without gusting winds to provide further discouragement.The extra snow that had fallen overnight further created interesting contrast and shadows to enliven the dull grayness of the previous day.<br />
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I considered scrapping the first misfire, but decided against it.. just to prove to myself that something positive is gathered simultaneously along with "failure." It is a point of view really. Is it really total failure... or could it be changed into a... learning opportunity.<br />
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I had seen David's quick and successful response... even in the drabness of the first outing, so why not keep the perspective and shape into my own new view using the positive aspects offered today! Onward...<br />
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I will fast forward the process right to the finished result. One two and a half hour session... and done. Sign it!<br />
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"Spring... is just around the Corner" - oil on canvas 10 x 12 inches<br />
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Sure is beginning to feel that way...<br />
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Good Spring Painting... to All!!!<br />
<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-6807254667984877712020-03-01T10:13:00.003-05:002020-03-02T08:21:19.960-05:00"What a Difference... A Day Makes..." Part OneYes... the title of my post for today is derived from a soothing hit pop single by Dinah Washington in 1956. Today... some forty-four years later her soothing voice "speaks " still to me and rekindles a sense of peace and possibility.<br />
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Combine this with the plein air painting experience that I was blessed to share with my long time friend David Kay and one can easily understand how painting... and music can shape one's state of happiness.<br />
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Today's post comes with a strangely unexpected twist. Scarcely one day after the huge success we enjoyed together at Smuggler's Cove, David and I came face to face with winter weather that was much less encouraging, or forgiving... especially for me!<br />
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Heading out to our second site located right across the road in historic Barriefield Village, we recognized immediately the challenge ahead of us. The wind strafed our roadside set up. So we decided to paint under the overhanging lid of the trunk. It was indeed a very cramped space, but despite this fact David immediately launched into his usual setup... including two bungee cord straps to secure his easel to the trunk of my van.<br />
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I, on the other hand tried to summon enough courage to even kick start my own set up. So blustery and punishing was the wind and drizzle, I even considered just watching David work. But I finally and reluctantly, I decided to join in "the fun" with him.<br />
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Though I searched diligently, I found no success in finding my own kit... including my paint box, or my paints. Then, I pictured them... nestled together in a warm corner of my small apartment studio.<br />
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Euchred - is the word that comes to mind. Another "E' word. Embarrassed also comes to mind. David doesn't rub it in... but his puckish smile achieves a similar result. What a gaff!<br />
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At least I had my easel and a burnt sienna toned 10 x 12 inch canvas. David graciously offered a small pointer bristle brush and permission to dip into his titanium white on his palette. I did so and managed to carry this failed orphan home at the end of a very much shortened on location session.<br />
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Here is that misfire... unabridged in my studio. David came back with something much more substantial. Good on you David! Your inspiration will power me to step up to save face at least... on another day!<br />
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The drab site...<br />
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The unfinished "Black Sheep" version<br />
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Look at the rich color... dynamic composition and certainty of his brushwork! Bravo David! I'm inspired!!!<br />
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Tomorrow... and I'll be prepared!Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-84074162321958419402020-02-28T13:20:00.004-05:002020-02-28T13:20:21.883-05:00Sugar Moon = Spring Tonic<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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"Sugar Moon" - oil on canvas 22 x 18 inches<br />
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We are entering that magical and long-awaited time of year - Spring. Daylight arrives earlier each day... and lasts longer before giving way to darkness. Bird and squirrel behavior suddenly takes on overtones of chase and mating. Dormant trees show flashes of pinkness in their canopies and budding at the tips of each branch.<br />
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The waiting game imposed by winter's cold loses strength... thawed by the increased warmth of longer days and more direct sunshine. Spring has announced her short, but grand entrance bringing new hope and promise to all living creatures - even to humankind.<br />
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The moonscape, "Sugar Moon" shown above truly captures the magic of this season of change. It captures ever so eloquently the annual rite of spring which we celebrate here in Canada. A rite which has faithfully played itself out since the indigenous beginnings of settlement.<br />
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Later arriving European settlers learned the techniques from First Nation gatherers and have carried forward the ritual right through to the present day, introducing production and quality to higher levels.<br />
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As a plein air painter, I have been privileged over many springs to join in to this spring activity in many maple bushes around rural Ontario and Quebec. It signals a sense of renewal for me as well... and confirmation that Hope lives on in my own heart for the planet and for the survival of such natural wonders of "maple magic."<br />
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In so many ways, plein air painting mimics the process of gathering maple syrup. Both activities are carried on in the outdoors in winter... both "tapping" the energy and resources found only in the natural world.<br />
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Sap is gathered from the spiles driven into the maple trees in the bush. It is gathered into buckets... or relayed by a series of plastic hoses back to a central gathering shed called a shanty. Here it it is fed on to pans, or into boilers for several hours. This reduction of water content, or boiling down creates a thicker refined sugary form we call maple syrup syrup... aka "Canadian liquid gold."<br />
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As plein air artists, we follow a similar pathway outdoors to gather information that we find "sweet" to the eye and imagination. We reconstitute the forms, contours, planes and colors which lay before us into a rough, sketchy outline which we usually carry back to the studio. Here we can adjust reality... to suit our tastes... "warming it by adding our own flavor/style. Sometimes... we even use this sketch to create a much larger and more powerful statement or record.<br />
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On Thursday, my long time plein air painting pal, David Kay arrived with his lovely wife Diane for a visit... and painting trip to my neck of the woods. We packed our gear into my van and headed to a favorite location of mine... "Smuggler's Cove" located at Ivy Lea Provincial Park. The site is a fair way off road, so we had to pack our gear in and out over a distance on snow covered trails.<br />
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AWB... in full winter armor... oblivious to all else save what lays silently before me.<br />
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I will leave the language path here at this point and will leave you to enjoy the pictures and paintings we made to record our activity. You can be the judge of our success. I will end by simply adding, "Though Mother Nature did her very best to challenge our enjoyment and mettle... both David and I reveled in the warmth and pleasure of each other's company... and the deep silence in "Manitouanna" - God's Garden of Eden."<br />
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"He leadeth me beside still waters... it restoreth my soul."<br />
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And it truly did! A veritable "Spring Tonic" which my generation applied at winter's end to regain new energy and vitality.<br />
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Here's my subject source...raw to the eye... accompanied below by my interpreted field version.<br />
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"Spring...Carving Into Winter" - oil on canvas 11 x 14 inches<br />
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Plein airing in winter can be as pleasurable as in all of the other seasons. The trick is to be dressed or the weather that presents itself... and to be in the company of that special friend with whom you can share it. In this case... I had chosen well.<br />
<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-82407858290432708892020-02-14T15:55:00.002-05:002020-02-14T22:49:55.605-05:00Ti amo Allison!Today is Valentine's Day.. the day when one reaches out to those individuals who bring the most Joy and Happiness to you in your daily life. Today, I dig deeply in an effort to embrace the contributions of those in my life who make me feel most complete.<br />
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There lies little question in my mind that I am indeed blessed to have a host of cherubs and angels who continually offer me their unconditional love and support. My own children and my beautiful Deb and several special friends are such examples.<br />
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In spite of these continuously supportive and important presences, today is tinged with deep sadness. A part of my heart is empty and I realize that no matter how hard I try to replenish that space... it will remain empty forever.<br />
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I even try to convince myself that I am ungrateful and should feel shame for this feeling. But I have learned over time not to feel so. My grief belongs to me alone and I am entitled to express it as I feel necessary and without feeling a need for apology.<br />
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I try not to inflict it upon people at will. And I choose who to share it with. Only a few .. and when it is most appropriate.<br />
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I wish to share a card sent to me by a "significant" blogger Friend with whom I share a similar sense of deep loss. I choose to share the card she sent my way to encourage my healing. She included with this special card two magnificent portraits of Allison. One hangs in our bedroom... the other on Allie's mom Joan's mantle piece. I cannot begin to express the Peace and the Joy that these gifts continually offer we Sherman's.<br />
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This beautifully crafted computer-cut card is by itself a powerfully poignant<br />
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"I think this card is perfect as it symbolizes hearts joined as one. And even tho some of the hearts have fallen from the tree, they are still very much part of the whole. In time they will be rejoined. But until then, the emptiness can be shattering - if we allow it. And sometimes we must if we are to begin healing."<br />
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A one line "Valentine" arrived in my Inbox this morning ... via the Twice Weekly Newsletter from Robert and Sara Genn to which I subscribe. It read simply... but powerfully:<br />
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Way of Liberation<br />
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This liberation is accomplished through following teachings which come directly to you through one's own experience.<br />
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As strange as it may seem... though Allison's tragic and shattering passing has left confusion, sadness, grief and even a sense of hopelessness within me at times. It has as well stirred significant spiritual growth and a lesser feeling of fear for death.<br />
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I accept them as legitimate emotional expressions. I am not ashamed of them. I choose not to wallow in them either. Allie taught me that during her courageous struggle with the wretched disease within her. I try to work through them and to learn from them... as they come to me from time to time.<br />
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She pulled this tarot card for me which directly follows the teaching of Adyashanti:<br />
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Joan and I meet as the need arises to reach out and share some of the gifts that Allison created and left with us. As well, we share some of our gifts that we shared lovingly with her while she was with us. We are sending this next painting "valentine" that I created specifically for Allie. This oil painting that I sent her for Christmas, 2006 recorded the familiar view from a bridge that I crossed every day during my own eight week adventure in Venice.<br />
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My own adventure zeal that I experienced there would propel Allison to search and follow her own camino in many subsequent trips to live, study and teach in many parts of Italy. Venice captured both of our hearts. We were.. and always will remain kindred spirits under her spell.<br />
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I am proud to say that this small painting will arrive this week... close to Valentine's Day at the door of her "bestie"/soul mate Jill Weinreich Luppi.<br />
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We are indebted forever to Jill for spearheading the massively successful online fundraising project which helped fund Allison's trip to Austria to receive advanced cancer treatment. She also deposited some of Allie's final ashes into Venice's historic Lagoon... thus a part of her spirit remains in her beloved city.<br />
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I know that Allie would share our excitement and joy to send this Valentine oil gift to Jill for her home. It rightfully belongs with her!<br />
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"Campo Santa Maria di Formosa"<br />
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I have embraced Allison's wish the I "live my life fully... in her honor."<br />
It is my honor to do so... to the best of may ability.<br />
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On Sunday, my painting buddy David Kay and his lovely wife Diane will arrive to share three days with us here at The Barriefield. David and I have painted together for several decades in his home turf, Algonquin Park. We will spend most of those three days plein air painting together in my special places here.<br />
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Got the winter garb and thermals at the ready! Stepping away from my Lunar Landscape theme for a bit. Let's just call this plein air junket into this current -23C "winter wonderland"... "Pure Lunacy"! LOL<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><b> Ti amo Allie... Forever!</b></span><br />
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-142778212713152642020-01-29T15:06:00.005-05:002020-02-08T07:55:30.793-05:00Grey Skies in your life??. The grey landscape after the pageantry, lights, colors and excitement of the Christmas season generally contributes greatly to one's lack of direction and motivation. Simply put... it's a downer!<br />
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While the weather this winter has been anything but "normal", <i>the dipping one</i> <i>day and rising the next</i>... fluctuations of the thermometer's mercury derails any attempt aimed at active engagement with paints and brushes and easel - for me.<br />
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So, I decided to attempt to inject a dose of enthusiasm into my studio efforts by choosing an unusual thematic approach which incorporates some unusual format/focus with it to push the envelope wider. Throw caution to the wind.<br />
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<i><span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span></i>I have decided to continue my warm up play adding to my earlier moon based theme. Lately, the moon has been receiving a lot of attention... this being the focus of the Chinese New Year celebration in the Year of the Rat. The first full moon of the New Year has long been wrapped in importance to story-telling within Indigenous cultures around the world. These peoples refer to this first January lunar event as "The Wolf Moon."<br />
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The moon has always drawn the attention of creative human individuals to it. Hence such wonderful music as... "Clair de Moon"... "Moonlight Sonata"... "Harvest Moon"... "Sail Along Silvery Moon" to mention just a very important cultural cross-section of works we enjoy.<br />
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I have chosen to undertake exploring the above theme further using a few simple introductory watercolor and ink studies ... akin to my to my earlier VIA Rail series. I hope these smaller sketches will lead me towards a larger format, one which hopefully will grow into a larger space to encourage broaden my ideas and my brushwork into becoming a more emotive undertaking.<br />
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Who knows... it might perhaps inject into my final statement some new and unexpected element for my viewers' pleasure and interest. At the very least... it might allow the trapped inner spirit to reappear... and the clouds to move on. Let's see where it takes us.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>When I completed the above study, I recognized the potential to push this smallish water color into the Light... to make something entirely new. By using the same techniques that I always put into play when working en plein air... I create my own version of reality that serves as a template for my own creative vision. Yes... I do call this technique... <span style="color: red;"><i>Imagineering.</i></span><br />
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Here is the final outcome of my easel foreplay. You can easily compare back and forth to discover what is changed and the effects of the unusual format I created to house the final new image., using a process of "give n' take".<br />
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I pulled forward a previously used format based upon the commemorative postage stamp. I think that it accomplishes two purposes simultaneously. Firstly, the perforated border draws attention to the inner image. It is both clean and interesting to the eye. Symbolically for me, it subtly suggests my ongoing feelings of awe and peace for natural occurring events like this which are free for anyone to enjoy... time after time... year after year.<br />
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The previous title for the smaller version uses my lovely wife Deb's phrase which she shares with her treasured Grand Gals, Ava and Ella. The title chosen for the larger version reveals the homage that I owe the great classical geniuses of composers like Debussy and Beethoven. Their moonlight tributes are timeless... just like the celestial circus of the night sky.<br />
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Hope that this sharing inspires you on one dark day in your life... or studio. Paint your way through the gloom... bring music together with your brushes to... "play on... encore une fois."<br />
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Happy Painting to All!<br />
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"Clair de Lune" - oil on perforated MDS panel (inner image size 24 x 13 inches)<br />
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-20543289269997621742019-12-30T14:21:00.001-05:002019-12-30T14:21:16.955-05:00Moonlit... "Sail Along Silvery Moon..." A couple more moonscapes... as I earlier promised. Moonlight has been the inspiration for so many creative individuals... in so many art forms. Musicians, writers, poets, dancers and painters have since earliest times been drawn to observe and to try to capture the celestial power the moon. It has captured the human spirit... imagination and created wonder in us all. That enrapture in earliest childhood... "when the cow jumped over the moon" and for many in my own generation led right up to that landmark marker on mankind actually stepping for the first time on the lunar surface on July 20th, 1969.<br />
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At that time, mankind for the very first time had a reversed view and forever changed perspective of Earth relative to the moon... and the Universe really. Seeing the Earth... as no humans had ever done before, for certain changed our view of "possibility." Certainly. this "one small human step" by Neil Armstrong does represent an epic scientific stride "for all of mankind." But we, as artists have long been dreaming and reaching out to places where no other men or women have ventured through our individual sand our collective expression.<br />
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I will move towards the conclusion of this post by sharing a tabletop painting that I created for Allison to mark her successful completion of her undergraduate studies at Queen's University. Ironically... it bespeaks a Truth that we couldn't envisage. My words... at hat time... were simply words of pride and encouragement back then.<br />
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But today... those words stand as an epitaph and testimonial to her accomplishments and endearment to her many students.<br />
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Nocturrno a la Salute, Venezia - oil on canvas - 12 X 12 inches<br />
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It has always been my custom to scout an area before finding my way there to set up and paint en plein air. In so doing, I am able to eliminate some of the numerous variables that lead to a lack of success and hardship. That is especially so during the winter months when one faces the hard cold, wind and shortened period of light.</div>
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Most times in winter, I will begin with a smaller canvas, say 11x14 or 16x20 inches. These sizes permit plenty of time to completely accomplish the painting in the two and one half hours needed. Occasionally, that first painting moves more quickly than expected. But there is not sufficient time time to find and relocate quickly enough to step into another subject</div>
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This scene directly followed the one that you see above it... within mere minutes really. Note the rapid brush works.... <i><span style="color: red;">" A stroke laid must remain a stroke made." </span></i></div>
Strangely enough... the smaller rapid sketch left my hands much sooner than the larger more finished canvas. Why would that be? Luck? ... "circumchance" ???<br />
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I wonder...<br />
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I would like to end this blog post today with this bright and optimistic canvas that I created in homage to heritage and hard work. This 24 x 30 inch oil on canvas captures the crisp early golden light of a new day. Perhaps... such a bright, snowy day best describes the new beginning of a brand New Year.<br />
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"Morning Comes! The Delta Grist Mill" - oil on canvas 24 x 30 inches<br />
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Wishing all of you... a<span style="color: red;"> Happy New Year</span>... filled with the richest blessings of Joy, Health, and Happiness. May 2020 bring inspiration... adventure and Good Painting into each of your lives!<br />
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-60484459770321290962019-12-24T18:48:00.002-05:002019-12-24T19:08:12.510-05:00A Martyr's Moon... along the Wye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"A Martyr's Moon... along the Wye " - oil on canvas 30 x 36 inches<br />
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A Different kind of "moonscape"<br />
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You might ask the question... "Why such a seemingly cold and joy-less subject for sharing on Christmas Eve? Why stand out in the deep cold and dark for three hours to capture this bleak moonscape... using my car's headlights to complete this large canvas. Cheerier and more seasonally appropriate subjects most certainly abounded nearby.<br />
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This is one of those subjects that I settle down to from time to time that satisfy my own need to search for answers which provide clarity to my own interests and goals. Again, the visual imagery combines with an inner voice which represents itself externally in the form of prose. Together, they flesh out a complete personal response.<br />
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The Martyr's Shrine, located near Midland, Ontario is now a well established pilgrimage site which operates in all seasons which serves all faiths... not just Catholicism. There is a historical reenactment aspect carried out on site which features an authentic stockade from the period, complete with historical figures and activities which replicate life as it was in "Huronia" in the 1600's. High school students are hired each summer to fill the ranks of the re-enactors. This provides both a vital and living link to area history.<br />
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Visiting The Midland Shrine is a virtual teaching and learning experience that marries the French Jesuit presence and function in that world with that of the indigenous Huron nation who peopled that area. One is immediately brought face-to-face with the hardships suffered by both inhabitants and the struggles that they met on a daily basis just to survive.<br />
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The existence of today's activities... and the actualization of a stone and mortar edifice or shrine stands as a silent witness to the suffering and brutal slaying of two Jesuit priests, Father Jean de Brebeuf and Father Gabriel Lalement who were tortured and butchered at the hands of an invading Iroquoian war party. This fierce nation from Northern New York constantly warred against the French and their Wendat, or Huron allies.<br />
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Butchery inflicted upon simple peoples, political power and control continues to still exist in our divided world. Thankfully... "goodness for the sake of goodness" coexists and flourishes as well. What remains comforting is that we each have choice to decide which view we will serve.<br />
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In closing out this Christmas Eve post I seek to encourage optimism and Faith... in Life and in Death. My own path is set.. and I follow the path with courage... Hope... choosing Believing ... as did our Allison in her own journey beyond darkness and despair.<br />
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I love "You" forever Jemima!<br />
Dad<br />
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A Martyr's Moon Along the Wye River<br />
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Death comes to us all<br />
Some time.<br />
How one faces it...<br />
And goes forward towards the darkness<br />
Which is, ironically... towards the Light<br />
Defeats the powers of darkness.<br />
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Not raging... nor afraid<br />
But in Faith and Hope<br />
Holding onto one's flickering candle bravely<br />
Unafraid... even to the end.<br />
Holding firmly... resolutely to that ever faint bit of hope.<br />
As did these brave and saintly souls<br />
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In one dark hour<br />
Now three hundred years ago.<br />
Their purpose and their mission<br />
Were not silenced<br />
By their hideous passage.<br />
Faith overrides death... and all suffering<br />
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Forward to Resurrection,<br />
To enter Eternity...<br />
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Wednesday, November 20th, 2001<br />
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<span style="color: red;">Christmas</span> surely begs for the sounds of music. Huronia was the birthplace of a truly beloved early piece of Canadian Christmas music. The Huron Carol lyrics were composed in those now distant savagery of three hundred years ago by its martyred creator, Father Jean de Brebeuf.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>I cannot end this Christ Eve blog.... leaving my readers in a darkened place or mood. Wherever darkness is... Light exists also. That is true... especially at Sainte -Marie -among-the- Hurons. It is at this time that the site rededicates itself annually to the true light of Christian beliefs with the Festival of First Light celebrations. Enjoy this short video visit to Sainte Marie.<br />
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Joyeux Noel... tout le monde!<br />
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-32887530431925548962019-12-21T16:00:00.003-05:002019-12-21T16:00:39.175-05:00"Peopled"... Christmas LandscapesWhat would a snowy Christmas landscape become... without children present? The entire concept of celebrating Christmas evolved from the the search... discovery and presentation of the newborn Christ child. Since that very first Christmas, the central theme and the very focus our celebration of Christmas has depended almost entirely upon the traditions created by families for their children.<br />
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Christmas represents the celebration of the unblemished and unfettered wonder of youth. It is a precious time in one's life when innocence, faith and optimism are not only acceptable to the adult world... but are encouraged and rewarded by it. It is hoped that this festive occasion prepares children to enter the next stages of human growth and development with an awareness and willingness to give... and to receive.<br />
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I will choose not to admonish modern society for its over-the-top lavishing of expensive gift giving... except to acknowledge its deepening presence. Our consumer mentality imposes a sense that we must fall into line to "keep up with the..." you know the drill!<br />
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I will not use another line of this post to pursue judging further. Life is really all about <span style="color: red;"><i>individual </i></span>choices. I have made mine. I will simply offer these painted "gifts" offered to my children to support some understanding about our concept of sharing for Christmas. Our focus is directed towards the very differences of each child in our family. We cherish those and offer small gifts which celebrate and reinforce our recognition and appreciation of those special traits.<br />
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I have created what I hope will turn into a personal annual tradition for each of the my three family groupings. It is my hope that each painting will be brought out and hung during the Christmas season in the homes of each son or daughter in alternate years. It will be the responsibility of last year's sibling to take it to the home of the next and to have a celebratory event to turn it over to the next home.<br />
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The cycle, (hopefully) will be repeated each and every Christmas. In this way, "I" hope to be present each year to participate in the Joy of their celebrations and to encourage family gathering. "River Spirit was created for Allison and Andrew. It hung last Christmas in Joan and Allison's shared home... even though Allison had passed away. This year it will travel to Rockwood to be displayed and enjoyed in Andrew's family home by his lovely and youthful family.<br />
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"River Spirit, Plein air Snowman" - oil on canvas 20 x 16 inches</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">This second snow man piece was created especially for Liam and Bryn to be shared back and forth in their living spaces. Same rules apply! This year, we look forward to them coming to our new home for a few days' visit. Catan and Crib board are at the ready. The menu has been stuck! Christmas is about sharing precious time, good food, laughter... and board games. Let the games begin! </span></div>
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"Down East Vigil" - 24 x 20 inch oil on canvas.<br />
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This painting clearly captures our common love of Nature and the outdoors. Peggy's Cove, NS was always a favorite destiny for our treasure searches and beach combing. Winter cold and snow was never something that we cursed or dreaded. We gladly went out into it... fortified with wieners, beans, marshmallows and smores... all the while having a "shin-warmer" break to boost the spirits!<br />
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"When Winter Play was... en plein air" - oil on canvas 20 x 24 inches<br />
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The final and most current edition of my River Spirit- Snowman based theme owes its creation to my many wonderful hours of "yard duty" as my teaching colleagues painfully referred to it. For me... it was never that. I called it "yard pleasure" because the children and I created activities that embraced that freedom and sense of unrestricted play which belongs unfortunately... most often only to children.<br />
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When the game of throwing of snowballs became prohibited because they were viewed and ruled as weapons"... the children and I took to rolling large snowballs... to "who could roll the biggest." The remnants of these Stonehenge- like white monoliths often lasted well into... or around April. Truth is... they stood as symbols of righteous rebellion against adult domination.<br />
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Ironically, but again pleasing to me, this painting found its way to the lovely home of my eldest gal Lisa. We share a very common view of the world and we both treasure our children and making and sharing our Art.The pure sense of irony rests in the fact that Lisa resides in the Barbados... where nary a snowflake can survive... or until now can likely be found . But hey!... Who can say never? LOL<br />
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Two celestial evening skies... one lunar... the other star struck. The final edition... the going down of the sun. Perhaps a fitting closing for this post.Children's play seems today to be either more controlled and defined by adults.. or dominated by technology. Simply put, children are being "left to their own devices" by parental guidance systems.Too bad... by my measuring.<br />
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In closing, I hope that this adds some Christmassy feelings to your festive week.<br />
I will close out later i n the week with one last winter landscape. One to replace the Christmas card ritual that simply eluded me this year. These three personages were the basis for our last three years of Christmas card sharing. I have a definite theme in mind along these same lines for the next. But... am still dealing with... well you know. But I'm getting there. Change is change. It's also necessary... and encourages new growth of ideas.<br />
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Warmest regards,<br />
Good painting... to ALL!Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-51609037211598535202019-12-14T16:12:00.000-05:002019-12-20T15:12:25.330-05:00Moon Struck... Again... and AgainI have chosen to offer the much beloved classic " Moonlight Sonata" as my prelude to this pre-Christmas post. It never fails to elevate my emotional and creative juices in preparation to paint. Often... it leads to actual lunar themed paintings paired with prose, such as the last post's focus... "On Being Wed to a Winter Moon.<br />
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It seems not impossible... but inconceivable that a deaf man - Ludwig van Beethoven could imagine such a powerful image trapped within his mind and conduct it through an impassable labyrinth of impossibility to our reality. But as Leonard Cohen exalted in his own mastery of imagery and song "Anthem":<br />
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"There is a crack in everything, that's where the light gets in."<br />
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It is through imperfection and risking that the purest examples of beauty come. Never stop trying. Never stop using your own "voice." Be proud of your Self. Failure is not a mistake. It's a learning opportunity. Just a perspective.The lessons to be learned are there for the taking. Reach out! Never give up!<br />
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"A Sugar Moon" - oil on canvas 22 x 18 inches, I feel shares a similar peaceful, reverence, one unsullied by the activity imposed by the presence or activities of man. That was my immediate goal at least. Beethoven has achieved this ever so brilliantly in terms of composition, color, movement and phrasing. Might you agree???<br />
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A Sugar Moon<br />
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Moonlight strafes the darkened maple stand<br />
Silent sentinels on guard until the return of spring.<br />
Somber silhouettes in the quiet winter night,<br />
Their arms outstretched... thrusting into the inky blackness of the beyond<br />
Ever hoping vainly to capture the celestial disc.<br />
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The now deserted shack sits patiently waiting<br />
The murmur and mirth of the excited voices...<br />
Of they, who passed the long cold nights<br />
Sharing labor, food and laughter,<br />
Privileged were they to share and savor their sugary secrets.<br />
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Spring seems always to return... but will the voices?<br />
Not likely will this shanty fill to the brim with that steamy maple liqueur.<br />
Not likely will these now moldering pans feel heat<br />
Or ever yield another dram or pint of that precious maple gold-<br />
This landscape and the sweet taste of Paradise... are forever lost!<br />
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How strange! This poem was written one early morning. To be exact... on December 14th, 2006<br />
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The final full moon of this year... and this decade occurred on the clear evening of Thursday, Dec. 12th, 2019. I watched until I saw the silvery orb appear dramatically over the eleven storey condo to the east of our building... and lift silently , yet serenely out of view overhead.<br />
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The embedded "man in the moon"... the"cow jumping over the moon" memories remain fully with me to this very day. My imagination continues to search for my own imagery to faithfully record the overwhelming gravitational pull that this phenomena has imposed upon my thinking and creative expression time after time.<br />
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The actual appearance of the moon in this particular phase represents celestial perfection for me. So much so, that I have felt my painting ability imperfect by itself to capture the sense of awe and majesty that a full moon imparts.<br />
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Working on recurring themes is in my opinion... not a weakness, but rather a strength. Using past thoughts and ideas helps build bridges for new growth and perceptions.<br />
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I will share two more "moonscapes" with you before sending my Christmas message and blessings to all!<br />
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<span style="color: red;">Rich blessings of Good Health and renewed creative energy... to ALL</span><br />
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-54676391904506931312019-11-16T13:32:00.002-05:002019-11-16T14:35:25.423-05:00Twice Said... Strange... that I should rediscover this painting while looking for files to create a power point presentation for The Rideau Lakes Artists Association in Westport. Stranger still is the fact that the painting had a poem on which it was based and created.<br />
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Both were accomplished on November 18th, 2002... exactly seventeen years ago.... today! This year, a full moon did appear this week and meteor showers are forecast for our skies in this area tonight.<br />
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It was not an uncommon practice for me back then to sit down and record my thoughts and visual impressions in prose on the back of the canvas that I intended to paint on... prior to actually beginning to paint.<br />
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On most occasions, I discovered that both interpretations most often shared both similar... and different imagery. I have often wondered which version more clearly and accurately represents the Truth that I sought to capture.<br />
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In this particular case, I invite you to add your own thoughts and opinions. I would deeply appreciate hearing your thoughts.<br />
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Lined each side of the silvery runner that led her to the crest of the hill,</div>
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-16430446098382807202019-11-11T18:28:00.004-05:002019-11-23T08:37:45.551-05:00Grateful Remembrance...<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Monday, November 11th, 2010. It is cold and wintry place.... freshly transitioned from blazing fall colors and harvest. The world seems so very cold. Somewhere between brooding and grieving. I easily attuned to the feelings of loss. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">It would be so easy to simply give in to melancholy and self-pity. But I must admit that I have a truer appreciation of loss and the feelings that come with that void in one's being. I will not journey any further down that road with you. I will not dwell on that further because we do still have choices we can make to help one cope with and embrace ... if only to offer Hope and Purpose.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">"At the going down of each sun... and in the morning, we do remember them." </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">My commemorative Stamp Portrait design permits Allie to continue her travel adventures... anywhere... and especially back to her beloved city of Venezia.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">That fearing death is normal human response. But if one can rise up and view death as an opportunity to learn more about themselves </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">and the potential richness of life .... day to day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">In a recent <i><span style="color: red;">Spotlight on Aging</span></i> article, Bereavement Support Manager Sarah Reid Hedberg suggests that one might eventually be able to "view death as a teacher, not a threat. And that people are infinitely valuable not only in life, but at death as well."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I currently struggle with mixed emotions and some inability to totally operate with this grace and acceptance. But I do try each and every day to put one foot ahead of the other and to contribute to Allison's journey to educate. She encouraged me to "Believe in miracles."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">On Friday past, I was invited to offer a talk describing my journey as an artist in nearby Westport to a group of 80+ artists . I accepted with some trepidation. I decided to begin my presentation using Allie's portrait to "break the ice" and as a springboard to encourage thought and </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">discussion.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I accomplished that and held attention beginning to end. I was asked at the conclusion of the presentation to consider offering plein air workshop in the spring.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I now see a vision of continued presentations for the same purpose. Reaching out... versus retreating painfully inward.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">May the world embrace peaceful tidings and reach out in brotherhood. Let us bring down more walls... and argue against building borders to keep fellow men from free movement and opportunity. Would that kind of free world better honor our Fallen???</span></div>
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I would share this solace that I received and felt during this year's National Remembrance Ceremony observed on Parliament Hill in Ottawa. Matthew Dawe' s mother was honored as this year's Silver Cross Mother to represent all Canadian mothers who had lost children during wars... to place a wreath on their behalf . It was very moving for me. A bitter-sweet moment of sadness mixed equally with pride. Never forgotten... WE will remember.</div>
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Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-2267611834933453932019-10-13T19:06:00.001-04:002019-10-13T19:58:27.330-04:00Thanks Giving... or... Giving Thanks... or ThanksgivingNo matter the interface one chooses to use between these two words, they are meant to describe this autumnal celebration in one's life of <i><span style="color: red;">giving thanks... being grateful. </span></i>The words and the celebration are both meant to describe an ancient human ritual that was derived from the conclusion of a successful harvest time.<br />
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It marked a time when food(s) were harvested... gathered in successfully. The gatherers then gathered around a table in fellowship either collectively as a family, or in communal groups. They gave thanks ... and shared in the bounties of the harvest. In most cases, the festival was connected to deities, or faiths to whom adherents felt inclined to offer prayers of gratitude and thanks.<br />
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It has always remained festive and celebratory... and in most cases involved food, wine, music and joyful conversation. The celebration, as we have come to celebrate it in North America draws family members homeward from wherever they conduct their "separate" lives, or circumstances.<br />
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In North America usually turkey, or ham, root vegetables and pumpkin pie comprise the traditional fare. These foods translate to our table from their early origin on the Eastern Seaboard of the US from the traditions and foods available there to earliest settlers and Christian ancestry.<br />
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Most likely, these traditions, including the food choices will remain in place. It will not remain so for Deb and I however, on this occasion. Firstly, our family members are widely scattered geographically in diverse places throughout Canada and the Barbados.<br />
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Each of those members has responsibilities in their own lives to share the ritual of Thanks Giving that was begun under our roofs and around their tables with their own offspring And so our <i><span style="color: red;">Thanks Giving </span></i>custom continues. We remain gathered together.. <span style="color: red; font-style: italic;">spiritually</span>... at least.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><i>Thanksgiving in 2019.... Sherman-style</i></b></span><br />
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Life changes many things. In the worst scenarios, family members are sadly and tragically removed from their seat at our tables, leaving empty seats around the table and in the hearts of all remaining family members. Such will be the case at Andrew, Melissa and Joan's 2019 Thanks Giving table.<br />
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Grief and loss, if you permit it to be brought forward can leave hearts forever heavy and one's Faith shaken, or worse, even destroyed. Allison would be so upset to be viewed as the cause of family sadness.<br />
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She implored each of us to "<i><span style="color: red;"> live out our</span></i><i><span style="color: red;"> lives to its <b>fullest measure </b>in her honor, if this was to be her time."</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></i>We each are doing so. I continue to try to fulfill that wish in my own way. Painting, as I am able and reaching out to use my Art as the connector just as she and I both did using our earthly time and gifts to do so. I will continue to do so... and will support all of our family members to join hands to continue to celebrate in their own fashion the life miracles that she created for others.<br />
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I have a painting on the go already but have let it rest for now to share the memories of Allie , in combination the Joy and Love that we have put in place to share with our Friends and neighbor. I hope that you enjoy this small sampling of my own personal memories and creations.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><i>HAPPY THANKSGIVING to my Canadian friends and neighbors and an early greeting to those who celebrate theirs outside our calendar date!!!</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">My life has been filled like this wheelbarrow . It ironically was used by my maternal Grampa Birrell to tend his garden. He filled the wheelbarrow with flowers throughout his life time and he filled his family's lives with copious love and blessings That generous spirit still lives and guides the actions of so many of his offspring.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I was greatly blessed to learn from them and to feel that same love from my Mom and Dad in their home. Today , I do my best to pass it forward to my children. I believe that they would continue to be proud of their family. Too many blessings to list...</span><br />
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Each of us are still pedaling that bike for you Sweet Heart. Last weekend were among the Shermanator team members who hit the road at The Annual CIBC Run/Walk for the Cure in your honor.</div>
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Mom, Dad and Deb, Andrew, Melissa and his Fearsome Threesome lol</div>
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</span>Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-49058990306001291362019-09-30T17:15:00.003-04:002019-10-01T13:58:51.064-04:00Summer... Slip-slidin' Away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Autumn has officially arrived and not just according to the calendar. The air has undergone definite change with cooler morning and evening temperatures. Birds are "fidgeting"... gathering in noisier -than-usual flocks... anxious to depart for their southern destinations. A fall palette of yellows, ochre, reds and oranges quietly reveals itself. Almost seeming to blush into view amid the verdant and varied greens of summer.</div>
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As I mentioned in my last post, I am drawn to paint on location myself... outside in the quiet places now surrendered by often noisy and active vacationers. It is this solitude that draws me to these sanctuaries - places where the soul can bathe... medicate and meditate. The perfect cocoon for creative thought and activity. Even the pesky insect pests of summer cooperate.</div>
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Grass Creek Park is such a place nearby our present home. Because it is frequented only by dog walkers and their contented canine counterparts, there can be found numerous sites for the artist to set up and paint virtually unnoticed. Some sites even provide the added luxury and excitement of offering a view of the Saint Lawrence River. </div>
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My painting site for today's post is just such a place. While it is hardly tucked away in a secretive, inaccessible place... the time of year greatly reduces the usage of the park. An odd car or sedan gawked its way slowly past from time to time. However... most passed offering at most... a pleasant and cheery "thumbs up."</div>
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Here's the view that we shared on this late September afternoon. Can you see why I was attracted to this site and its composition? What catches and draws one's eye about here? Is there enough to attract attention and hold it... on canvas???</div>
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Note the simplicity of lines and masses, or shapes. See how they interconnect and harmonize... using the limited strong color to draw disparate elements together?</div>
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<i><span style="color: red;">Step # One</span></i> is to capture and maintain that simplicity during the lay in process</div>
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<i style="color: red;">Step # Two</i> is to look for strategic places to insert missing elements of <i style="color: red;">"color surprises"</i> to help guide the eye around the composition.</div>
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<i style="color: red;">Step # 3</i> This step was conducted away from the site after a few hours (and a discussion with Deb) regarding what was not present in the site itself and needed to be added. In a few words... applying <i style="color: red;">"artists' licence"</i> - something from the soul that makes the creation your own!</div>
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"Summer .... Slip-slidin' Away, at Grass Creek Park" - oil on canvas 11 x 14 inches</div>
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The greatest need to bring this picture to a successful conclusion, is to recognize the absence of a strong, interesting and believable foreground. What better than to add a potpourri of fall flora that is <i style="color: red;">on display directly behind you! </i>Use it and arrange it creatively... as you please.</div>
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Search... and be aware of objects and momentary "visitors" within the frame of view that you have created. What did I add to create yet another source of visual interest?</div>
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Hope that you enjoyed sharing this "plein air" outing near Kingston, Ontario!</div>
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Good Fall Painting... to ALL! Get "out there"...wherever you live!</div>
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Changes were evident everywhere i visited to support my growing awareness of that fact. While the overall historical nature of the architecture visibly transports one back in time, so many of the buildings do reflect the changes brought by modernity. Nature itself has conspired with human change to blur past memories that I carry within me from my earlier experiences here.<br />
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I can illustrate this using this photograph taken a week ago to be viewed in comparison with a small oil sketch that I completed in 1990.<br />
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Looking down Regent Street... A Stone... as it sits in its late September greens in 2019<br />
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The same stone home as I portrayed it in 1990.This smallish 5 x 7 inch oil sketch ... minus all of the shrubbery of 2019 reveals more clearly its classical, early twentieth century limestone origin and beauty.<br />
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Given this situation occurs throughout the entire village, as well as the call of the fast approaching autumn color pageant... I am drawn by a competing need and desire to participate in both. I feel that both would prove equally enjoyable to each of you (from away) and uplifting for me to paint.<br />
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I have decided to maintain the village walkabout incorporating some direct plein air pieces like this latest piece... as I am able to complete them. I will add sites that I think present a potpourri of the village's most prestigious homes and buildings.<br />
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Typical Ontario one an one half storey clapboard residential dwelling with central entrance to parlour with fireplace/hearth... summer kitchen to the side. Two slanted ceiling bedrooms located in the half storey.<br />
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Clapboard residence of Stephen Yarwood, Purser in the Royal Navy and Nicholas Cross Carpenter c.1830's - 44<br />
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"Willowmere" sits today much untouched in its Georgian stone beauty. It varies from its current use as a single residence from being a stage coach inn for travellers between Montreal in Lower Canada using the King's Highway to make the long journey to York in Upper Canada. Today York is known as Toronto.<br />
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As Willowmere sits today. Notice that the veranda and its railings sit below the grade of the road. When I first visited the village the road was lower, but was raised when the main highway (The King's Highway ) was diverted to draw heavy traffic away from the village to maintain a more "historic" appearance.</div>
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This painting recalled the Monday wash day ritual of most households... where clothing was washed ... either by hand in tubs and scrubbed clean by hand on washboards. Or... it was washed in rotary washing machines and then run through the attached wringer. The final drying took place on backyard clothes lines... courtesy of the sun or wind. The smell of those fresh clothes is still firmly embedded in my memory bank. Obviously... the practice remains alive... well and still practised in rural or semi-rural households.</div>
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A frontal view of the same clapboard home.. again a typically simple center plan Ontario residence of the early nineteenth century. Little or no filigree detail to jazz up the facade . Jaunty and welcoming colorful doors are the norm in this village and do much to add charm and color to the simple homes.</div>
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Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-63076751640479625752019-09-14T19:46:00.000-04:002019-12-03T18:20:46.627-05:00Simply... "Just across the road... or around the corner."My blog post today, I hope records some awareness that has been fuelled by our moving (back) to Kingston... and away from our established life in Rockport. Moving was physically in its own right a challenging hurdle for us both. However, that worry was removed from our struggle through the generosity of four neighbours who took the lead and made things happen rapidly and seamlessly from one site to another. We will always be grateful for this blessing offered to us only out of a genuine act of friendship.<br />
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As I write, Deb is combining her own artisan ship skills and business acumen to combine with our longtime friend and web designer, Brenda Stanley at The Heart of Business located in Barrie Ontario. Their combined goal is to create a very new and updated Paint Box Gallery website. This time the site is being designed to replace the physical brick n'. mortar gallery and will be operating as an e-commerce site. Complete with its online shopping cart capabilities for our clientele.<br />
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In the meantime, I am out plein airing... panning for gold. A new website and gallery search require new materials that offer change and a fresh look as well. I am fully committed to that task at the moment. The cold, frosty fingers of winter are present during morning hours. That feeling... along with the obvious first "blushes" of autumn color remind one... that this much anticipated magical technicolor pageant... although breathtaking is so fleeting.<br />
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"Carpe diem".Well stated... and totally understood! So I am dedicated to delivering my contribution to our new chapter and art journey.<br />
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Stay tuned... for some new landscapes with "color surprises", as Emile Gruppe called them.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><i><b>Places... Just across the road and around the corner</b></i></span><br />
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It is again a blessing to have been given this second opportunity to visit, retrace and paint in Barriefield Village again after so many years. Already, this quaint historic village presents unlimited painting material to motivate and excite me as creatively as it did thirty odd years ago. The village and its historically preserved homes are cared for by villagers who value its past. It is truly a vantage point from which the artist can view Kingston in its earliest years of settlement.<br />
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This heritage plaque provides all of the necessary lead in information to explain my connection and strong need to make paintings here. The opportunities to make good paintings within this small space are limitless.<br />
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I love to work using a thematic approach. What a better place ... "Just across the road and around the corner from our new home." I will commence my introductory guided tour with one of my favourite Barriefield homes. One where I often was invited for tea with its owner then, Rollie Huegel. Rollie was a noted and celebrated Shakespearean actor who worked in productions from our own famous Stratford Theater to New York Theater productions.<br />
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In its beginnings in 1830, it was owned by David Morton who operated the premises as an Inn for stage travellers between Montreal and Toronto.<br />
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All of the summer floral warmth and garden grandeur surrounding the red door which bid us to enter and to bide a while. Wasn't that exactly what the garden and its jolly entrance has done throughout its history? Seemed a propos to use it in my composition as simply an invitation to enter.</div>
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I hope that you share my feelings about my choice... and that you will stay with me on this village walkabout. Anxious to share this village with you. Like the River... its very much a part of my feelings of home... and belonging.</div>
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-5960963081481826272019-08-31T17:53:00.001-04:002019-09-01T07:16:32.734-04:00Adieu... to August... and Summertime DreamsIt struck me today in the darkness of my pre-dawn vigil that summer's strength and vigour was rapidly declining. Not just in the later appearance of morning's light which was so visibly obvious... but as well in the other sounds and aromas that accompany summer.<br />
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There is is a certain sense of increased "ripeness" in the fields. Young maples have in many places already begun to show the rich color which all maples attain each fall. Now golden grain crops in the fields already have begun being cut and harvested. Hay is resting in bales... awaiting transport to the barns where they will await their winter use as fodder for livestock.<br />
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At first light this morning, I was joined on the balcony by the usually shy and suspicious hummingbirds. I suspect that they were forced into risking contact by the growing scarcity of flowering garden plants that they are customarily drawn to... either in the open fields... or in nearby private gardens. We know from many years of enjoying their presence in our gardens and at Deb's feeder stations that there is sudden surge in their feeding habits in late August.<br />
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This event signals their knowledge and memory of their long southward journey. They are forced by instinct to set aside usual timidity and to give over to a feeling of necessity. This impulse seems to replace whatever safeguards they usually observe and practice. We will miss them... but Deb remarked that they at least found us in our new home. Almost certainly they seem to return to safe feeding havens each spring.<br />
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Cooler night and morning temperatures certainly alert one to "changes in the air". I enjoy this period of transition. It offers me the opportunity to adjust my painting activity and thinking about new themes and ideas. I am happy to know now that I am able to regain my plein air preferences.<br />
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I edged back into being outdoors during the past week... carefully at first and limiting my speed and scale of work. I will continue to build gradually... knowing with certainty that my body and gait are certainly weakened and require more rebuilding and time to heal. I work in the outdoor pool every evening... where I have it to myself almost every evening. The workout is less demanding because it is not weight bearing. But all muscles do receive full benefit from the activity.<br />
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I chose a nearby location where I [believed] that I could maintain some essence of quiet and undisturbed solitude. Misjudgment... but not wholly so. Just kept my head down and painting. I took the painting to a lay in stage and decided to bring it back inside to consider what it lacked... or needed added for a second run. It certainly lacked "finish"... and polish.<br />
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This afternoon, I decided not to return to Kingston Mills Lock to complete it. I felt that it had enough in it to drive a strong finish based upon what my memory and recall could work with. The on site work was very loose... to the point of being "iffy". The inside treatment tightened things up. But I feel that the final outcome incorporates the best of both approaches.<br />
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I felt that the idea contained within my words in the title for the post cover the feelings that I have tried to express about August... and Dreams. Summer is fleeting at best. So are dreams. Dreams represent cherished hope. While Summer and Dreams share a vision of limitless time. Life says otherwise.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">"Yesterday's Dreams" - oil on canvas 10 x 12 inches- Kingston Mills Lock</span><br />
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I chose this tiny summer retreat... perched forgotten on a granite finger reaching into the languid, lily-choked inlet on Colonel By Lake, just above the Rideau Canal Locks #45 and 46 at Kingston Mills. I have customarily visited... and on occasion, I have even painted this jaunty, but neglected summer relic. Never... in the thirty odd years that have passed can I recall any sort of flurry of summer activity, or excitement there.<br />
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-88440990001054387282019-08-15T17:52:00.000-04:002019-08-16T10:27:09.967-04:00August... on my Mind<br />
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Fifty years ago today the youth of America sang out in a single, clear and united voice in opposition to the Vietnamese conflict which had claimed the lives of so many of their brothers, sisters and friends. So many of those performers and their music set the future course for music in America and the rest of the world... and did in fact coalesce the Youth in America to bring pressure upon their leaders to end this vicious and senseless conflict.<br />
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One performer in particular represented to me the spirit and the power of the singing voice. Still today, her words guide my own personal mantra for conducting my own life. And since Allie's tragic passing it has meant even more. I thank Joan Baez ( and creator) Willie Nelson for this anthem of Hope. Here is the version that Baez shared at Woodstock.<br />
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I created this `16 x 12 inch canvas "Thank You for the Music!" to honor my dad for his gift of music over his lifetime to me and countless others. It created such a great influence in my life. Ironically... or perhaps not... my Dad's birthday falls on August 16th.<br />
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Watercolor Tribute to Dad's 100th Birthday... "Keep Smilin'"<br />
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This song by Joan Baez has done the same for me in my own life. I have learned to live and dream one moment at a time... and to feel deeply blessed to be given these gifts.<br />
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My Mom brought Faith and an appreciation for family and natural beauty into my life continuously over all of the years that I was blessed to walk with her. Many of my paintings attest to the deep influence her teachings and Faith play in my life. If I am an artist... it is because of their combined gifts to me. I am deeply blessed.<br />
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The "flower power" that united the 70's Anti War movement was spearheaded by a single song anthem of unification by the legendary folk trio Peter Paul and Mary. "Where Have All the Flowers Gone." Its hauntingly beautiful melody and lyrics immortalize the moment in time when Young America spoke out... and acted. Some in violent ways... others with refusal to serve or to be told what to be believe. They changed the course of American and World History.<br />
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August 21st... my Mom's birthday... and flowers eternally remind me of the Peace... Faith and the blessings my Mom bestowed upon me.<br />
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August 10th marked the 70th birthday of my lovely and creative wife Deb. She has brought with her much Joy and support for me and all members of our Sherman family. Her creativity manifests itself in so many ways and mediums. But her artisanship in creating her stained glass magic proves that she is "one cut above"all the rest in that field. Here is a sample of that craftsmanship that validates my feelings about her skills.<br />
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These projects are but a few of the glass magic that Deb has produced. Her talents, determination, inspiration and generosity endear her to all and value her her as my friend, kindred spirit and love of my love. Thank you for just being ... "You"... for "Me" and for choosing to share your life with me.<br />
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"You are... my Forever and Always."<br />
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Happy Birthday Sweet Heart! I am greatly blessed....<br />
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-12292386318605705822019-08-13T10:26:00.004-04:002019-08-13T10:26:54.172-04:00Life... Isn't Just Black ... or White!The first leg of the <i>VIA</i> train adventure was rendered in pen and ink. Each of the fourteen black and white images were completed within a one to two minute time interval. Needless to say, none were completed with any significant detail to make them highly realistic. Basic large forms were recorded to assist in creating a framework. The rest is left up entirely to the vision and imagination of the viewer.<br />
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At first, I felt direction-less. Uncertain as to how to proceed with the application of color. Then an idea came to mind. Why not proceed with the application of color using the same framework of a limited time interval. The choice of medium seemed straightforward and logically sound too. Watercolor as a medium would allow me to to apply color quickly and broadly to record a quick impression to support... but not take away... or overstate the underlying ink rendering.<br />
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Allison and I had always shared gifts at times when we were apart, or travelling. I had purchased a portable field set of Winsor and Newton watercolors for her to use in her Venice adventures. She however... seemed to never have enough time in her busy studies and teaching to really use it as fully as either one of us had hoped.<br />
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Since she passed in late April of 2017, many of our mutual gifts to each other have found their way back to me. At first, I found their return painful... so I merely set them aside ... hoping that a "right time and opportunity" would arise to put them to work.<br />
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I now view these returned gifts as blessings in my life. It has become my duty.. and my great Joy to put them to work for us both. It brings to mind a very appropriate saying that I received just recently from the eulogy of a dear family friend Nancy Weinrich. She was the mother of Allie's Venetian soul mate, Jill Heinrich-Luppi. I feel it a very appropriate occasion to share it with you here:<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><i>"Love doesn't die. People do"</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">It seems everywhere that I travel in my daily life the common symbol which has always enjoined me with Allison mysteriously appears. As I climbed the stairs to go down to the entrance of the cottage on the River where our family was meeting for a meal and evening together... there appeared this very distinct heart gift.. embedded... who knows by whom ... or how long ago. But on this particular occasion it served as a roadside reminder (to me at least) that Allie would be present.</span><br />
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So in the spirit of that love... let us continue the next part of this journey without tears. Let us celebrate their continued presence through the countless memories we hold of them in our lives.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">"Choose love." ... </span>Allie's tarot card read during her chemo sessions. Chance say you???... Me chooses to think... NOT!<br />
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I have learned (with support and encouragement) to absorb pain and adversity and to use them in positive ways. In this case... I am choosing to take stark black and white imagery (with its own beauty)... and to blend it with watercolor pigments Here's what I managed to bring forward to share with you... in whatever way you choose to view and value it. It's up to you and your eyes!<br />
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PS As you read these words we will again be aboard <i>VIA</i> train # 45 headed to back on that earlier trek to Toronto. Enjoy!<br />
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Stay tuned...<br />
Back home Thursday... and back to the next project!<br />
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Good Painting... and Happy Summer ... to ALL!!<br />
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-6769739452666354652019-07-29T14:58:00.002-04:002019-07-30T08:59:51.794-04:00In the Blink of an Eye...<br />
I was pleasantly overwhelmed by the responses to my "Games People Play" project. Mainly because it bore little resemblance to my other interests involving landscape and still life. As is the case in the television and movie business.. we sometimes typecast ourselves by limiting ourselves to one genre. It can be greatly inspiring in the early stages of one's career... yet lead to repetitive boredom in the long haul. In our heavily burdened technological society, public interest is short-lived and finicky...at best.<br />
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In a leap of faith, I have decided to journey back into my earlier interests now recorded but nearly lost in the meat of my numerous sketchbooks. I hope to seeking out and rekindle my creative spirit based upon "old" ideas which were of interest to me earlier on in my artistic journey.<br />
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Many of those ideas were recorded when I fully intended to save them for future use in a time of artistic drought, or uncertainty. Twenty-five years later, time urban sprawl and development swallowed many those pieces of Canadian heritage... especially barns... homesteads and other agrarian enterprises. They exist... many of them, only in my sketchbooks.<br />
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I have always enjoyed taking on subjects and projects that no one else wanted, or valued. Even during my teaching years, I chose to work with students who others saw no valued, or believed in. Their life challenges became my own. Their failures mine. Their successes and triumphs became my motivators. Likewise in my art, I realized and accepted that not all ideas and work is destined to succeed - on a given day. Sometimes, one had to wait to see it ripen and flourish in its own space and time.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>In the Blink of an Eye</b></span><br />
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This phrase is an example of a literary device called an idiom. An idiom is an expression whose meaning is not predictable from the usual meanings of its constituent parts. For example: "kick the bucket" which in terms of its idiomatic use means dies. Or for the above idiom "in the blink of an eye" suggests an imperceptibly quick movement beyond possibility : "We lost our entire way of life, or fortune in the blink of an eye."<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><i>What do you "see''... in one fleeting glance... "or the blink of your eye?"</i></span><br />
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I wonder...<br />
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In today's post, I hope to investigate and play with that question using a rather unique approach to actually try to measure my own ability to respond to that question. Commencing the task did not seem particularly daunting in itself to me simply because I have habitually employed that strategy for many years when I have painted en plein air.<br />
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Generally speaking, most of my small to mid-sized outdoor canvases are totally completed within two and a half to three hours. Stepping up to the easel and painting almost spontaneously during that time frame is very comfortable for me and generally provides me ample time to get down what I see... or want to say about the subject in front of me.<br />
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In the beginning, it was a huge leap of faith and challenge to leave the comforts of a studio to embrace this new kind of on site painting... on location, or plein air painting as it is called today. Working materials, methods and even clothing had to be adjusted to weather conditions and terrain. But learning was gained gradually over time to create a whole new approach to painting which provided greater realism and joy for the participant.<br />
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The most important piece of learning for me personally was learning to quickly construct a basic composition using strongest form and color to create a road map to guide an impression - NOT a copy. That ability has remained with me and is as valid today as in the beginning.<br />
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I decided to use this reliable tool to fuel my recovery and return to painting after too many months without a brush in my hand... or art in my heart. My heart had been broken by Allison's untimely and tragic death.<br />
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My body was physically weakened by the constant painful effects of sciatica to a point where I felt there was little chance of returning to painting. To entertain such ideas was wistful and wasteful thinking. But time and perseverance has prevailed! I am underway again... ready for new painting challenges.<br />
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Today's post and project was conceived aboard a rapid transit train journey... coming and going between Kingston, Ontario... our home and Toronto Union Station in the heart of metropolitan and downtown Toronto on October 10th, 2018. We had a scheduled medical appointment for Deb at Toronto Western Hospital. The early morning scheduling for that appointment made a safe and guaranteed arrival time almost impossible, so we elected to travel by VIA Rail. A great choice!</div>
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The travel time is slightly more than three hours ( on a good day). So there was ample time just to sit and look out the window at the passing countryside during the trip. I am a poor "looker". So that ten minutes into the trip found me cradling a small, empty sketchpad, a sharp nib ink marker and my trusty india ink brush/pen in hand... and searching for something to"busy my hands"... and mind occupied for three hours!</div>
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I decided to title the exercise :"<i>VIA Views" from VIA car 5103.... with these parameters to add challenge:</i></div>
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<i>Below rare shown the sketches that were completed in the suggested time frame </i><br />
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#1 Densely Wooded Landscape - 9:40 am just a few minutes west of Kingston</div>
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#2 Broken Field Patterns - 9:45 am</div>
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#3 Sweeping Road and Barnscape - 9:50 am</div>
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#4 Homestead (grey) - 9:55 am</div>
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#5 Another Destination - 10:10 am</div>
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#6 Summer Baled 11:00 am</div>
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#8 Barn With Cupola - 11:20 am</div>
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#9 Foreground Sumacs 11:25 am</div>
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#10 Trees and Trackbed 11:30 am</div>
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#11 Flooded Wetland Marsh - Cobourg 11:36 am</div>
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#12 First Glimpse of Lake Ontario - 11:45 am</div>
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#13 Cobourg Railbed Crossing 12:06 am</div>
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The first two sketches reveal my drawing rustiness... or perhaps my inability to quickly focus and record the information as it passed by my eyes and brain at lightning speed in a very densely wooded landscape. No chance at a rewind! Make do... is what appears to be the order of the hour in these initial attempts.</div>
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From sketch three forward to the very last subject, I see a more confident and capable hand and eye working together. The compositions look bolder and bolder - more like what I would expect. I truly enjoyed the experience as it revealed itself to me... setting after setting. Any one of these "quickdraws" could be made into decent oil painting subjects.</div>
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I'm excited to share my discoveries... in<span style="color: red;"> </span><b><span style="color: red;">C</span><span style="background-color: white; color: lime;">O</span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">L</span><span style="background-color: white; color: orange;">O</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: magenta;">R</span><span style="color: red;">!!!!</span></span></b></div>
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Good Summer Painting ... to ALL!!!</div>
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PS Every idea or project does not need to be a blockbuster. From the humblest of beginnings and inspirations come the most powerful of contributions.<br />
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<br />Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-48718607267379560352019-07-24T15:27:00.002-04:002019-07-24T18:26:21.862-04:00"Let the Games... Begin"... and End<br />
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<span style="color: red;"> "The Games People Play" - oil on black gesso toned canvas 24 inches x 24 inches</span><br />
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Today, I have decided to move on from my lengthy involvement in trying to understand and learn from the unexpected appearance... and enjoyment in participating in "visual foreplay" arising from this (and other) paintings on a black toned color ground.<br />
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Being aware that painting on a black color ground does indeed heighten a greater sense of depth and an illusion of levitating. It is a tool that I can add to my painting tool box and call upon whenever I am looking for that penetrating depth of field or an attention-getting device.<br />
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Being freed from a need to create to use high realism and detail is in itself a good reason to think beyond the box that we often slot ourselves into as artists. Other approaches which one can apply to vary and broaden our skills adds enjoyment and joy to the creative process. While using one pathway does indeed offer the feeling of control and competency it takes away from the joy factor.<br />
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You will also note that each panel... if viewed carefully can be seen to be unfinished in parts. A part of the freedom... and the "game" dimension that I created helps convey the notion that you are being "played with"... teased visually. However, this can also be interpreted as my honest invitation to you to form your own "play" and decisions.<br />
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I wish to thank fellow blogger artists and Friends, Lisa Le Quelenec and Keith Tilley for their constant presence, always valuable comments and encouragement. Their combined interest in this project, both offering that the image encouraged them to think about and to make their way through its visual elements with open minds. Both observed that they felt the need to revisit the painting because it created a kind of <span style="color: red; font-style: italic;">visual puzzle </span>for them.<br />
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In thinking about The Games after the fact, it reminds me of one of M.C Escher's masterly graphic perspective puzzle pieces. I am encouraged to draw this project to a close now because I have achieved all of the goals that I had set out to share with my viewers.<br />
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I learned much about myself and how to look beyond the obvious outcomes... and to be patient. I am now ready... and excited to move on to another idea that has waited too long in my sketchbooks to be followed up on.<br />
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I hope that you will join me in my further explorations and adventures. More to come...<br />
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Happy Summer Painting... to ALL!Bruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013724465609653382.post-36625039137633429012019-07-20T10:03:00.001-04:002019-07-20T15:06:21.674-04:00Beyond BlacknessWhat does "blackness" mean to you? Has your concept of blackness changed or shifted meaning during your lifetime? What brought that about?<br />
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Black in artistic terms suggests the absence of light and therefore color which is dependent upon the presence of the spectrum of white light. But does defining blackness end there?<br />
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A glance into any good dictionary will suggest that beyond the ideas shared above, black can have a host of meanings and applications ranging from color... to emotional meaning (ie. evil vs. good).. to heraldic implications.<br />
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I felt it very appropriate today to use black as my focus in this post. That usage is possibly the single most important use of black in modern world history. Where were you on July 20th,1969 when Astronaut John Glenn stepped from the safety of the LEM module onto the surface of the moon?<br />
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Think of that epic and awe-inspiring moment in human history and their travel beyond the influence of earth's safety... science and technology into that vast blackness of space. Think of the depth of blackness that these three earthlings were thrust into.<br />
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That achievement is perhaps the greatest measure of Light and Darkness for me in my lifetime... though "Darkness" has certainly revisited me in other forms less pleasant. I will not revisit those here in this blog post today. Those (might be stories.... for another day)...<br />
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I choose rather... to share two of my painting projects with you to commemorate this human landmark of achievement. The first that I have chosen is a smallish painting that I hurriedly created for Allie's 31st birthday. Ironically... I chose a toned black canvas to depict the subject - our favourite Venetian religious structure, Santa Maria della Salute for my gift. Stranger still... is the presence of that silvery full moon illuminating the magnificence of the Salute.<br />
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This Baroque-styled white Istrian marble domed church was created by Venetians as a gift to God to celebrate the end of "The Black Death". This devastating plague was believed to have been a divine intervention, or punishment for disobedience. It ravaged Venice and all of Medieval Europe between 1347 and 1350, killing one third of the population and leaving the survivors with conditions of famine and economic upheaval.<br />
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On dark nights, the white marble structure appears to float effortlessly upon the inky blackness of the lagoon. It struck me fitting to paint this remarkable edifice... lit by the full moon. I titled the painting "Notturno"... or Nocturne. Can you not feel the sanctity and peace in this small painting? Allie did. It hung directly above her head in her bedroom during the last hours of her own journey... into Darkness.<br />
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Today ... on this 50th Anniversary of the Moon Landing... the painting including the Salute and the Moon has even more meaning for me. Ironically again... is "The Salute" not giving the illusion of hovering??? How did I miss that until now?<br />
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Stay tuned... "The Games"... are nearly played out... and are ready for posting! lol<br />
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"Notturno... at the Santa della Marie de Salute" - oil on black gesso toned canvas 12 x 12 inchesBruce Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13111784187521969252noreply@blogger.com2