New Series - 'Life on the Pond'



'lotus'
12 x 12", acrylic on canvas

After the long dull winter in the woods it is time to launch the canoe.  I can't wait!  The 'waiting' has produced a body of work...Life on the Pond!

 

'on the pond'
12 x 12", acrylic on canvas

All of the fond memories of being out in the canoe along with the promise of Spring and new life have spurred me on to painting…..fresh Spring colours!



'dreamy lily'
12 x 12", acrylic on canvas

 



'pond reflections'
12 x 12", acrylic on canvas



'koi pond'

12 x 12", acrylic on canvas

Art Vernissage Invitation - BGH Corridor Gallery

Coordinator of the Corridor Art Gallery, Carol Ressor, sent out the following email yesterday:

"You are invited to attend our next Corridor Art Vernissage Thursday, June 14, Brockville General Hospital.

Our artists are Shirley Blain, Penny Buttle, Sheila Goertzen, Chris Hillier, Corinne Hodgson, Mary Louise Scappaticcia, Jane Ogborne, Pete Vandervelde, and Barbara Patrick.

After the artists have presented their paintings and photographs, there will be light refreshments.
Please bring along others who are interested in fine local art.

All works are for sale, with 20% going to the
Fundraising Volunteers to purchase hospital equipment."

I believe the time frame is set at 5 p.m. to 7 p.m.

Photo by Andrew S Kizell - Snap Brockville

'If a tree falls in the forest....'




24 x 36
acrylic on canvas

One day on a walk in the woods behind our home, I came upon this fallen tree in a clearing in our favourite pine forest.  The tree was lying on a golden bed of pine needles surrounded by other trees; almost in a semi-circular grouping.  It had fallen some time ago and was slowly becoming one with the ground around it.   This was a very solemn scene.  The silence,  the stillness in the air and the light misty fog  added mystery to the scene. I had a feeling that I had happend upon a sacred site.  I  imagined at that moment that the trees around the fallen one  had come together in what appeared to be a secret gathering  to honour their fallen comrade.  I too felt a sense of reverence for this fallen tree.  It was a very special scene that haunted me and I felt that I had to paint it.  The hush in the air, the cushion of needles ... I felt so honoured to have happened upon this special place at that moment in time.