Northern Flowers

In preparation for a show at the Smithers Art Gallery this July, I've been doing some botanical drawings of northern wildflowers. Yay for wildflowers! These, as you may easily recognize, are the Northern Colombine, Dwarf Dogwood, and Heartleafed Arnica . More to come soon!

Aster Borealis

Keep Going Mutha-fckr!!!

1.Red Goat Tree: watercolour, ink and graphite on paper.

This goat seems to be becoming a central figure in a series that has yet to really coalesce in real life, but which has been growing in my mind like a forest.The one I drew first now lives with my friends in Montreal. That's the one with the giant tree, and the goat is eating a huge map of Canada. I'm hoping the series will just keep going and going.

Right now the Young Goat Image below is up on the wall at Belly Cafe at 1574 Queen, for anyone who'd like to check it out. This one is full of Canadian figures...you can see David Suzuki there in the back, Margaret Atwood, and Louis Riel.



2.Young Goat Pool: watercolour, ink and graphite on paper.

It's funny how your feelings about a certain piece can really change over time. When i first started this latest drawing I kind of hated it. Even when it was mostly done, I was still really unhappy about the way it had turned out, and I had basically decided not to show it but re-do the entire thing a different way.

After a few months break, I went back to it to tweak a few things. Suddenly I find that I'm enjoying the piece more and more. I'd still like to do it again anyway (always a good exercise) but suddenly it's one my favourite drawings to show people. I'm so glad I worked through the problems to get to a point of resolution and satisfaction.

So that's my reminder to everyone today. Don't forget that you can keep going, and re-try and erase and do-again, until you are happy with a piece of work. It just takes a bit of time and effort, which everybody has. You don't have to give it up. Sometimes it really pays off to keep going.

Under The Guns

Hey folks! Over the last month I've been working under a small degree of self-imposed pressure in order to make a bunch of new work for a show going up in Montreal. The show, for you Montrealers interested in visiting in person (!), is being held at a lovely little resto-bar called Bistro In Vivo, located a few blocks east of Pie IX on St. Catherine street. I've also been working with a new friend and amazing local artist Pam Lobb, to improve my printing skills and try out some new techniques on the press. Sometimes working ''under the gun'' can generate some unexpectedly successful results, and I feel like this month has done just that.




These images are examples of the prints that came out of the past month's hard work. They're done with a brand new (at least to me) type of Litho technique, with something magic called Prollo Paper. Amazing stuff!! These pieces are printed, painted, and drawn on. Each one is unique. Hope you like them as much as I have enjoyed making them.



I also have a few pieces up at Belly Cafe & Catering on Queen West, for those of you in Toronto. I used to work at Belly, and they have the most AMAZING coffee and treats on offer. The ladies who work there; Luciana, Paulina and the delightfully spicy owner Nicole Kruzick, are so great to visit with and will always treat you right . I owe them a big thank you for all the good times, and for putting my work up in that cheery little spot. Check it out, and get yourself some zucchini cake.


























Titles: Red Coyote & Bees; Bear, Gun & Snowberries; C-Battery II; Black Bear & Clover I; Bear, Gun & Light Clover. Mixed media drawings.

Animals & Nature: recent drawings

Wild animals hold a special power over us humans. We don't just acknowledge their existance on the fringes of our own constructed worlds. We, positively or negatively, are affected emotionally, psychologically, and perhaps spiritually by their wildness.





When we see them we may be afraid of them, but there is something fascinating and awe-inspiring about witnessing their living presence. We seek to aquire information regarding their lives. We delight in their movements, their habits and their remarkable physical bodies. We wonder what they think about. We speculate about why they do what they do. And we gaze and we watch. And we wonder.



I think that sometimes the world of nature, and the beings that belong to it, can exist as a kind of real-life magic for us. It is both sacred and natural. I hope we never lose that, and that our children will always scream with excitement when birds come and eat crackers from their mitts!

Art Show at Poor John's Cafe !

I have a show up!!! Whoo-hoo!!!

It's titled Of Martyrs Heros & Beasts, and I invite everybody to come and see it! It's so fun to have some new work to show, and so far i've been really pleased with the reception. I've already sold two pieces. Yay!

It's at this AMAZING cafe (where i happen to be working !! ) called Poor John's Cafe, at 1610 Queen St. W, in Toronto. It's a really cool place, with great food and awesome staff and customers. I'm so proud to have my stuff up. The boss, John Silva, let me have a show there two years ago, and he's a pretty great fella to let me show again. Both he and his wife Christine do art as well, and have had their own (individual) show's up recently. So, this cafe is one to check out for interesting and diverse art practice in general.

Of Martyrs Heros & Beasts is up from January 4th-31st, and we're having a small celebration/meet-and-greet/art party next Friday the 15th of January. From 6-9pm. All are welcome and encouraged to come and drink with me and my buds. It's going to be fun! Come and check out the art, too.

Omar Khadr is the Man in the Moon III

This image will be one featured in a show I'm doing at Poor John's Cafe on Queen street in Toronto ON, Canada.

The title of the show, and I'll be posting more images and details very soon!, is Of Martyrs Heros & Beasts.

I'm excited to show my new drawings and can't wait to see them all together and up on the wall! Everyone is welcome to join me on Friday January 15th, at the opening. But, i'll post directions and times a little later.

wish me luck!

Drawings Summer 09

This drawing, titled "Red Goat Pool" features a number of cultural icons, some first world war soldiers and a red goat. There might be some you recognize and some you don't. Amonst these: Barbara Frum, Atom Egoyan, David Suzuki, The brothers Good and Louis Riel. See if you can spot the others!

Here are another few drawings done for the Antlers and Anchors cd coming out soon. I'm going to try and post more drawings more often, so that I can have a good collection here online.

Fanscene 2009, graphite and watercolour.

Shoreline 2009, graphite and watercolour.

Ahhh.........La Familia!

The image above is an early version of a portrait that was recently commissioned by a beautiful young woman I know as a wedding present for her fiance. They were married just this summer and the drawing was done as surprise, using a huge collection of family photographs. It was a wonderful project, and I think everyone loved seeing the two families brought together on paper. One of the interesting discussions around the creation of the drawing, however, was the decision regarding who would be included in the image... Eventually, it came down to bloodlines. Immediate family please: defined by blood. Simple right? Maybe. But there were, admittedly, some questions regarding the stepmothers and stepfathers, husbands, uncles, and brothers-by-other-mothers who wouldn't be featured....hmmm.

I've been thinking about the quirks and twirls of families. Particularly, I've been wondering at the amazingness (or potential horrors) of the relationships we hold with the people who count as FAMILY, and all the weird twists and feedback loops we get into with them. Fierce love, desperate hurts, blindnesses, and the greatest depth of feeling...how do we even keep it all together? What is this thing?

There are people in my life who've embraced me and welcomed me into their own family moments, sharing their tenderness and giving me a place at christmases and thanksgivings, when i was orphaned temporarily from my own. My clan, my family, are also the friends and community members of my life. My emotional ties smoothly flow across the world to Peru, to Korea, Ireland, and all across Canada from Smithers to Montreal. I think I love these people easily, with loyalty and pride, and I have some strange and unknown faith that each of them is mine somehow, belonging to me and I to them.

Recently, I've been growing a steady affection for another family grouping. These two, father and son, work together, drink coffees, and eat together in the same little shop down the street from where I work. Watching them together, it makes me yearn for my own flesh and blood. I crave my brother's solid presence, and feel guiltily neglectful of my delicate and graceful grandmother, living by herself at 95; an independent woman, curious, and delighted still by life. I talk to her regularly, but why am I so far away? Am I such a product of my time and culture, a shirker of responsibility and emotional commitment? or does it really matter if we colour outside the lines a bit, the lines that define the great sagrada familia.

Loving musicians who love art!

This drawing, so far titled simply Caribou Swim, was drawn specifically for Antlers and Anchors, a new Toronto band headed by the talented Michael Owen Liston. It's one of a few drawings that will be used in promotion of his new album, which so far sounds amazing. I really like the music, and am so happy to be on the project.

It so happens that my friend Sandy is doing the graphic design, which is super. I'm really loving that collaboration experience, of course, because she's such an amazing person to work with and so talented. But I also have to say that my experience with musicians who need album art has so far been exceptionally wonderful. I love musicians that love art! Anyone else need any? Anyhoo, check out the beautiful music at www.myspace.com/antlersandanchors .

The Thorny Path

Wrestler and Bear I: Graphite, ink, pencil crayon and paper collage.
Dedicated to Sandy and Sylvain Dumais in honour of a great and
everlasting friendship.

Wrestler and Bear I is, hopefully, one of a series to come featuring wrestlers, maybe loggers, couriers de bois and other manly types in various poses of death and de-construction, in conjunction with bloody(-ish) bears and/or other wild animals of the Canadian wilderness. It's supposed to be funny, so go ahead and don't feel sorry for the wrestler. I don't. He was obviously one of those guys who likes to feel macho by going into the bush and doing weird things with the animals. There are so many people who when they get into contact with wild animals, start off the relationship dynamic dangerously by behaving badly and/or inviting rather more intimacy than they should. I'm not talking about anything sexual here (that would be really weird); I'm thinking more along the lines of those people who try to pet baby bear cubs, or start smearing their kids or their hands in honey and waving them out the window.

What kind of books they've been reading I have no idea. They've probably been spending too much time on the internet or maybe their reality is disproportionately influenced by animated movies. Anyway, growing up in a small northern(ish) town, one hears some ridiculous and some horrific stories about people and their encounters with the wild life. I once heard the story (supposedly true) about a German tourist who had such a romanticized belief of the North, that he outfitted himself in delux moccasins and a custom-made full-body leather-fringed outfit. (He basically just walked into the forest one day and got lost on a mountain somewhere. It's inevitable that anywhere you have isolated towns, you will hear about tourists and even local people getting lost or stuck on cliffs from time to time. This guy had to be airlifted out with a helicopter. I really wonder sometimes what people think they're going to find out there. Not to be too cynical, but mosquitoes, dense underbrush and pointy trees are not neccessarily the path to salvation that some would like to believe. In fact that path can be more difficult to travel than most.)

Obviously there's a male themed experience happening in this proposed series, and just to be fair if I find something equally interesting regarding certain stereotypes of the feminine, I may persue that as well. I don't like to be biased. This is the first one, however, and as you may have read above, it is dedicated to two very good friends of mine, Photographer Sylvain Dumais, and Graphic Designer and creative genius Sandra Dumais (nee MacMillan).

I did the drawing originally on the occassion of Mr. Dumais' birthday (happily dedicated to them both), but having never actually passed along the piece, and in discussing it now I feel that it could be even more appropriate to pay tribute to them here...especially given that they will be leaving the city before the end of summer. I'm sad and torn by the news that they are moving. Part of me is excited for them as they'll be leaving for Montreal, one of the most beautiful and inspiring cities I know. I'll be visiting them there often, I'm sure. But, the loss of their presence in Toronto is heavy and will undoubtably change my impression of this place. Toronto's art and design community misjudged badly when it didn't support these two amazing artists.

Now Montreal is receiving them with open arms and golden crowns, and I wish them all the best in their future projects (personal as well as proffessional). To check out the work of Sandra Dumais and Sylvain Dumais, please click on their names in this sentence and a link will take you to their respective sites. Bon voyages mes chers amis! Je vous aimes tellement fort et je vous souhaite le bonheur et des belles aventures! xxxxxxxxxec

Chief Dan George and the Great Canadian Food Group

This piece is titled Chief Dan George and the Great Canadian Food Group, and it was done for a cafe and gallery space called NACO (owned by a friend of mine on Dundas near Landsdowne in Toronto, Canada). Julian the owner is having an opening celebration and has asked a number of artists (Norma Reyes, Imm-Living, Sebastian Calleros, Rita Camacho, Jesus Mora and myself) to show works that speak about the idea of Food.

I just finished this piece wednesday the 15th of April. It's my most recent, and luckily for me people seem to be responding well to it. Yay! Thanks, guys. You have no idea how much I appreciate your support. It's so essential to get feedback on what you're doing; positive and negative, it's really important.

Food is one of those amazing things that can reach you and teach you unconsciously so much about a culture and it's identity; what people eat, the way they eat, how they celebrate their food, and all the other choices that go into the preparation and consumption of food. I was curious to identify what, among all our disparate national identities, could be called "Canadian Food". We sometimes see that on tacky restaurant walls WE SERVE CANADIAN FOOD, like it's a national dish. But our dishes come from so many sources, it's difficult to pick items that can be uniquely identified as Canadian.

I thought about the first culture here on our land, the first diet, ha! the First Nations diet, and the way some communities are trying to return to a more traditional food lifestyle for better health and welfare. Interesting. And I wondered how a person might feel, someone who'd been a witness to the changing food and culture of Canada. I'd been reading about Chief Dan George in my Canadian history textbook, and had just re-read his Lament for Confederation. (You should read about it here.) He's someone who spent some time in the limelight (a Canadian icon whether the world recognizes it or not), with a foot in both worlds. I'm not sure if he liked labels much, but he sure liked to play with them. Born in 1899 and dead in 1981, he's a political figure, a rebel, an Elder, a movie star, an "Indian" several times over, an officer of the Order of Canada, and he's a man who demonstrates the gorgeous complexity of our own cultural heritage.

The First Line

" On this mountain's brutish forehead with terror of space/ I stir, of the changeless night and the stark ranges/ of nothing, pulsing down from beyond and between/ the fragile planets. We are a spark beleaguered/ by darkness; this twinkle we make in a corner of emptiness/, how shall we utter our fear..."

Earle Birney, Canadian Poet 1904-1995


A brutal beginning! But I have to admit that the combination of image and text has always intimidated me. I'll do my best to illuminate the lines that I put down, in hopes of communicating something interesting, or at least to document my own interest. Lets all hold our candles up as best we can, despite all the trembling and the flickers, and the blinking.

This first image you see here is one done for a show titled Needles Under Snow, from 2 years ago. I've always meant to continue the series, as our northern forests become consumed by the Pine Beetle. The landscape is changing, not so gradually, and I can't help appreciating it's beauty in this time of rampant red consumption.