The Old Mill

Ahhh Fall....my favorite time of year is upon us once again. As Spring does for some people, I always feel a coming of renewal in Fall. The changing colours, climate, and the crispness in the air. It makes me feel aware and alert of everything around me.

I was down at the "Old Mill" the the other day. It's about 2 km from my house along Shore Line Parks shores. It was a working Mill in the late 1800's and burnt don in 1906. There are remnants of the mills history littered along the shoreline. The natural habitat has embraced this man made rubble and created a very unique site of colour, haphazard architecture and form. The shore here is inundated with birds, fish, crabs, and seals...natures perfect ecosystem. There are jellyfish over a foot in diameter carelessly fluttering through the water.






An old brick half buried in the sand reads only a portion of what was originally printed on it, and tells the destiny of this site "...burn in canada...".


Enjoy this special, beautiful time of year.

I'm loving this medium!

I've spent the past couple of weeks thinking, creating and pondering art...in between Momming and the other daily stuff! I have been interested in Gustav Klimt, Paul Klee, Henri Matisse, Picasso and other great artists from the 19th and 20th century. I love their fearless use of colour and abstract lines to conjure up feelings with just a glance at their works.

I have found great joy and anticipation in creating this painting and am working on a couple more at present. This painting was inspired by my love of trees and the collation between nature, industry, & their forced unity. The canvas measures 48" x 48", and untitled...for now.