PEOPLE

This is the view

from Alice’s

window. It was

commissioned by

her friend Bob so it

could go with her

should she ever

have to leave her

home. As Alice is

a good friend of

mine as well, it

was a joy to paint

it for her.

Atherley Park on Lake Simcoe

Sitting on a rock on the beach, waiting for the sunset,

listening to the gently breaking waves shuffle the small

pebbles underneath is a great way of bringing peace to

the soul. It is at times like these that I am glad to be

a small part of all that is.

Men seek out retreats for themselves in the country, by the seaside,

on the mountains... But all this is unphilosophical to the last degree...

when thou canst at a moment’s notice retire into thyself.

(Marcus Aurelius)

Land’s End

This is a small section of the cemetery outside the

little town of La Manzanilla, about 20 Km north of

Barra de Navidad in Mexico.

The old woman has just buried her husband. While her

grandson sits patiently looking at his grandfather’s

burial site, she reflects on her memories of their

many years together.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone,

yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going

and coming. (Emily Carr)

La Manzanilla Cemetery

This painting evolved from a very old, very dark black

and white photograph. In a way, it’s a metaphor for

life. Things have to happen in order for life to go on

(the men are pragmatically doing their job) but we

don’t want to know about them and hypocritically hide

our eyes, even though we know we will benefit from

them later.

My paintings are not intended to alter the history of twentieth-

century art or change the political climate of our times. I’m simply a

story-teller. (Carolyn Hoyle)

Preparation for Thanksgiving

Play forgotten, the child sits, mesmerized. What does

she see as she looks out at the endless ocean with

only the sound of the waves to keep her company?

Possibly she thinks nothing, she just is. She and her

environment are one.

We shall not cease from exploration / And in the end of all our

exploring / Will be to arrive where we started / And know the place

for the first time. (T. S. Eliot)

La Manzanilla Girl

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