By an escape artist
Floatsom and Jetsom, my life balances between glimps of calm abiding and wonders of the world. In awe of just about everything, easily distracted with curious founds, lost treasures…happily I surrender into wonder of the uniqueness in each moment.
Why just today I captured a moment while reading a note from my gallery. Lost in the magic of connection, my mind scans the events that brought together a prize!
So much gratitude for the people in my life I rub shoulders with, perhaps to get the fairy dust on me too! This spiral of life right this moment glitters with a finery clearing my vision quest, bifocal merge to view my escape artist world.
Delighted, we won! For an instant I am on top of the world this moment. Breathe, calm abide with my breath, shamata. The grand illusion mists. The balance of lost and found, sealed by the escape artist in me affirms my presence. Enough, fully quenched, perfectly satiated I rub my solar plexus, mind wonders marveling at words a instant vision of our vast Sun that places itself Center above my belly I breathe in again, feelings of deepest love warm every morsel of my being. Just for this moment I fully inhabit my wild ride.
But once a year our festive season comes. It awakens a curious need to forage in my garden, or as it happens this year forage in a glorious rainforest land
owned by Paula and Mike, all to satisfy a deep urge to embellish my Gallery window. All to punctuate a nocturnal season that awakens lucid dreams. Good cheer, peace on earth, glad tidings to all.
Together with flotsam from Tara’s beach collecting, shells collected while on Haida Gwaii. A delightful tryptych rendition of “Legacy” (compliments to Duart’s wizardry), my soulful expression of lost and found boats decorating our coast.A window festive is born.
So glad to share this with you!
Celebrating over twenty five years.
Reflecting on a lifetime of meeting wonderful people from all over the world who shared their lives, enthusiasm and generosity with us, Duart and I often pinch ourselves on our good fortune to have created a life sharing my dream of visual interpretation for the beauty of our world. It allowed us the travel, expression of painting and writing that colours my work.
I thank you all for your support, goodwill and continued interest in my inspired journeys.
Our lives interconnect, mesh with each of us fulfilling our own soul yearning. I truely believe this is all we are to do while inhabiting the awesome, magical earth. We are “all one” in that sense, breathing, living, connecting, shining each our own light. The brighter and more true our light the easier it is to effect a deep connection with others, ourselves, our environment, our animal friends and the delicious spiraling movement of our planet, and constellation. We all have a sacred role to live out. I thank you for being here.
The people closest to me my awesome staff are just that! like a walking stick, a crutch that assists me while I walk my path. They are my voice and direct physical link to you. Over twenty five years I have had the honour of knowing so many enthusiastic Gallery Supporters who each personalized their interaction with clients, my art and Gallery. At the peak of my Gallery business with a gallery in Victoria, La Connor, Washington and Ganges, Salt Spring Island, I remember 16 beautiful staff! Today, Leanna North my gallery manager has the illustrious history of knowing us since the early 1990’s employed for over 18years she knows our Gallery business! We get many many complements on her service and knowledge. Her efficiency keeps our Gallery running smoothly, with grace. Carmen joined the Gallery two years ago, casual days during the summer her expertise in communication and goodwill with clients is evident to all who meet her. Carmen keeps a hand in the Gallery, one day a week over the winter. Our clients are indeed lucky to be served by these awesome people who know my paintings intimately, communicate with me your needs and exceptional requests. Leanna and Carmen work for you too!
It’s fun to reminisce, this is a tiny view of what we are. Have a look on my Gallery page for the photos I share of the gallery, clients and events since 1992! Hair colours changes, youthful figure changes, but my dedication to my art, my sharing is stronger than ever. It’s been a terrific ride! A lifetime of delicious experiences. How very fortunate am I. Definitely I am Too Blessed To Be Stressed.
Blog for October 2017 newsletter
Celebrating our spectacular north west coastal waters
‘Magnetic North’ my newest release. The inspiration honed from almost three decades living on a small gulf island in the Salish Sea exploring its waters by kayak our trawler, float plane and working freighter. As I travel through the seasons approaching winter with shorter days it’s diminished sunlight cultivates introspection, a deepening to inner worlds of dream and memory. In Swirled struggle I find its center where calm lives, its magnetism is a healing elixir. A force propels me north towards this nurturing journey inward.
“Too Blessed to be Stressed” encapsulates my gratitude as the inner calm in this season blankets my perception.
Celebrating memories of wild escapes into nature over the years while living in British Columbia I share some moments preserved in paintings.
“Releasing Grace” a native heritage islet reclaimed now preserved through The Canadian Conservatory.
“Princess Louisa Memories” emerges after a surreal flight into a majestic fiord ruggedly carved into our northern coast. The lush violet green mist softens melds, creating a wonderland in every sense. Our tiny float plane descends to still waters at its head. Opening the hatch to stand on its float I experience a heady mist and roar of Chatterbox Falls before us.
“Courage at Nootka” takes form while staying a night in the tiny wild side coastal village of Kyuquoat. The working trawler boat journey from Gold River through Nootka Sound services outposts hidden in coves and rocky shore, a lighthouse, a forestry camp, a native village. Then finally out into the open swells of the great Pacific the delivery freighter equipped for ocean rolls, fog and blasts of northwest wind gave no heed to hours of churning stomach. Gratefully we slid into safe haven where fish boats like “Courage At Nootka” call home. A native settlement as pristine as nature is for thousands of years, we stepped into a world few know.
Yes, “Too Blessed to be stressed”, I recount my memories over the years and gladly share my visual experience.
May you too reminisce on your wonders and find daily moments of awe.
Happy north journeys to this winter land of inner knowing.
giving a legacy and taking positive action……
“7 Billion Angels Whispering We Love You”.
Giving rise to kind loving action to our lives and the life of the world
sending love, a legacy to the world
I was recently asked to give an endorsement on a book just published. It gave rise to much introspection. A children’s book with delightful illustrations visually augmenting the written message. Kim Tebbutt, Children’s Author, articulates love, sending and receiving love around the world.
good vibrations in a colourful world
Encouraging spirit with colour empowers positive clear energy.
I dip my brush to a palette of sapphires, lapis, purple and harmonize with my meditative side. Colours of starry sky, coastal visions and my inner landscape. I immerse in wonder and introspection. My newest painting “Island Reflections” also translates onto wearable art. A Silk charmeuse scarf to wrap oneself in enchantment.
“Island Reflections” also available as a limited edition wall art visually imbues surroundings in wondrous feeling. I charge my paintings with hues scented in prayer and dream thoughts of possibility.
A portion of “Bellissimo” with oranges, pinks, soft grey and lemon, I surround myself in its warming energy, it’s heat of dynamic passion. Continue reading
Surrender, Grace, Focus, Wonder
Living life this way is a blessing
A few years ago walking home from the beach I hear a loud voice tell me to stop, turn and look across the harbour to homes on the edge of
the sea, it’s the voice of my grandmother. Demanding, firm, wise and loving, for years I listen to her council and am comforted by her presence.
“You will live there in the end house on the point of land facing that tiny Grace islet”
A series of dreams deepens the message from grandmother as she takes me to the house and shows me living within.
A year later I meet a woman, friend of the deceased owner of this house who asks if I want to see inside. Lovely experiences like this often come my way. We had just sold our small farm property and were about to leave on a two month painting retreat in France.
With Grandmothers insistence I contacted the inheritor, perhaps he would rent it to us on our return from France.
He amazingly said yes! and gave us a two year lease. We left for France, our belongings safe in our new home waiting for our occupancy on return. I begin in earnest to ask grandmother why was it so important to live in this house.
The most inspiring dreams occur.