I travel. It’s part of the way the whole thing works. I travel to teach (watercolour, printmaking or both)and I travel to create projects about
Today: From my Easel
Susan Webster sat across from me at the cafe near the old gallery. She’s an Ag-journalist, but we we weren’t there for work, though we’d talked about her novel, and my paintings and the state of the dairy industry and more. Suddenly she said something about using photos in art. “Wait” she said, as I began, ” let’s record this”. So she did. This is a transcript of what she heard.
There are people in charge of curating private, corporate and public collections, but there is something very special about the personal collectors that Christine knows. This is a comment about how people collect, what it feels like to be collected, and how a collection is the intersection between one person’s creative episode and other person’s life episode.
While I’m thinking about ‘the artist as writer’ I want to tell you about the first time I came closed to being a published author. I know that there are degrees of being published, and hierarchies within those degrees. But in the 1960’s the world on on-line publishing was not even the twinkle in the eye of a programmer (who was not yet even the twinkle in someone else’ eyes). For me, in grade six, the promise of a publishing contract was enough to get me scribbling…
This is the plan. This year I plan to write. Even though it’s not yet time for New Year’s resolutions, and far too late
I thought I’d google “professional artist”. You know the feeling. It’s a middle of the night thing. This time it was dawn and my brain