A Royal Visit

 

 Sam in front of one of the Maharaja posters

that decorate Walker Hall at the AGO

Today we took Sam to see the Maharaja exhibition
at the Art Gallery of Ontario (AGO).  It's a fantastic
show that's come from the Victoria and Albert Museum
in London, England, and no expense has been spared
in mounting it.

On Sunday we had Christmas dinner
with my husband's side of the family (a big one -- he
comes from a family of seven children) in Stratford,
Ontario.  The town has seen some deep snowfalls, and
it is always picturesque, but looked like a Christmas
card as we drove through. During the evening I had a long
talk with my mother-in-law.  A few years ago she showed
us a picture of her great grandmother who was a Maharani
in Indonesia. She was the second wife of a Maharaja, but in
the audio information I listened to today at the AGO,
I discovered that that would not have meant she
had no power.  Her daughter married my mother-in-law's
grandfather.  So he married an Indonesian princess.
And my husband, and children are descendants of the
the Maharaja and Maharani.  In other words descendants
of a king and queen.  This is rarely discussed in the
family.  I only heard about it a few years back, and
Steven and I have been together quite awhile.

I think the reason is that the princess married a Dutch
man, and converted to Catholicism, so the whole
emphasis was on being Dutch.  Not sure.  But looking
at the beautiful detailed artwork and treasures of the
Indian Maharajas today, I felt sorry for the loss of that
culture in our family.

Have a getting-in-touch-with-your-past day.

A blessed feeling

 

Thank you for a superb year to everyone.  To my family,
friends and neighbours who are sweet to me and support
my art -- thank you so much.  To the wonderful friends
I've met at events in Florence and New York City, thank
you for all that you've taught me. To the blog world friends
who have changed my life, and encourage me on a daily
basis, thank you for everything; I wish everyone wonderful
creative times in the New Year. To my gallery in New York,
and to the galleries I'm taking part in, in Ontario, thank you.
To my fellow teachers and the staff at school where I teach
part time, thank you for giving me fascinating work, and for
your kindness and humour that make an always
worthwhile, sometimes difficult job even more meaningful.

It's been a great year -- joyous in the main, with lots of adventure.
Looking back on the artist I was a year ago, I think I've learned
a lot.  I don't mean about technique, or style, but a lot about
the lives of others, about parts of the world.  And this learning
has been a rewarding discovery.  To my friend, and fellow artist
Gill Cameron, who is currently in Tanzania volunteering her
time teaching school at the elementary level, the merriest
of Christmases, and a very Happy New Year.

Thank you all for helping me to be happy.  You mean the
world to me.

Have a-getting-ready-for-a-great-year day.

Small things matter

 Untitled at the moment

(Work in progress)

Acrylic on canvas

24 x 24 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

What do I mean by the title?  I mean that artists are
affected by small things in the way of what happens
in a day.  When the details are positive, we feel better,
and we're frequently tipped into dysfunction by
what might be insignificant irritants to other people.
So Christmas and its attendant delights and stresses
is a huge distraction for artists, and I could not wait
to get the dining room table covered up with my work
table plastic, and get back to the business of art.

I loved Christmas, and will thoroughly enjoy New Year's
Eve and day, but there is work to do.  So what were the
small things that turned today into a productive day?
I got time to drink my two coffees and read some of the
wonderful book Christopher and Megan gave me for
Christmas.  There were nectarines at the store.  I went for
a short walk with Steven and the dog, and saw a spectacular
sunset.  I had a nap, and dreamt about this painting.  In
my dream it was nothing like this, but I knew I wanted
to do a close-up face.  Alyson Stanfield said to clean up,
so I went through my reference shots, and even some
drawings I didn't like and turfed them into the Recycle bin
with a giant sigh of relief.  I knew I was looking for a
reference for this painting, found it and began.  Et voila as
they say.  It is a long way from done, and I see a million
things that need changing, but thanks to Steven, Zoey the dog,
the beautiful and delicious nectarines, and the sunset, it's
all good.

My message is simple, take care of yourself and the rest will
follow.  I see that the forehead has to change and get higher,
the teeth are too white and not right exactly, and much more,
but I feel ecstatic at this beginning.  In fact I have big news
for you coming up.  I apologize for not keeping my word and
posting through Christmas.  It just turned out to be impossible,
so I let myself off the hook.  I hope you had a very Merry
Christmas, and I wish you all a happy holiday.

Have a taking-care-of-the-small-things-first day.

A boss dinner

 

 Dressy pear on red

Acrylic and marker on watercolour paper

glazed with acrylic gloss medium

5 x 5 inches

Barbara Muir © 2008

Tonight we had dinner with our friends Patti-Anne and

Frank.  Frank used to be my boss and got me started
teaching one of the super courses I teach.  This fall
he had open heart surgery, and this is the first time
we've seen him.  He looks great, and he and Patti-Anne
made a delicious supper (boss as in excellent).
The courses kept coming and coming, and I could
not stop eating.  Yikes.  Luckily I may walk it
off shopping tomorrow. Frank and Patti-Anne
are great appreciators of art, and own among many
other pieces, several of my paintings.

This little one of the pear is one I am fond of.  I love
the colours, and the jolly, jaunty air the painting has.
I'll show you how it was supposed to look, and how
Patti-Anne and Frank display it, which looks great too.
We had a heck of a time taking a shot of it, because
it's framed in and under glass.  Also the painting is
done on 300 pound watercolour paper, and glazed
with gloss acrylic, so it was impossible to eliminate
the shine.  But you get the idea.  This dressy little
pear is ready for Christmas, and no doubt Patti-Anne
will entertain lots of people at her gorgeous dining
room table, and the festive little pear will enjoy
herself. 

Dressy pear at Patti-Anne and Frank's place

A different viewpoint

Have a getting-ready-for-the-festivities day.

The tree comes into the studio

 What a beautiful tree!

My studio is in our former living room/dining room.
At certain times of year (like right now) the room has
to revert (for the most part) to its other use.  And the
only possible room in the house to put up a Christmas
tree -- especially a huge, magnificent Fraser fir like this
year's tree, is our living room.

For the past week whenever I've had a minute I've been
moving the big paintings around, Steven's been putting new
hooks up in the rest of the house so we could clear
a space, and protect the paintings that have been living in
that corner of the studio.

Success.  The tree is in, the lights are on, and tomorrow
perhaps my family will add the decorations that make
a beautiful tree like this one, even more spectacular.

If you are wondering how the Christmas shopping is
going, it has not really begun.  School finished for me
last night, and I am still working on commissions.  So..
watch out stores, in the hours allotted to me on Thursday
and Friday I will be shopping.

I may not be able to show you any work for the next few days
but I'll keep in touch.

Zoey in the garden in her new winter coat

She wants you to know it is mighty cold out,

and her feet are going numb.

Happy Holidays to everyone.  It is a lovely time of year.
And to James Langston in Florida.  Yes you have warm,
lovely weather, but you can't corner the market on warm
hearts. Canadians are a mighty friendly bunch too.
Today on the news one of our politicians said that Santa
Claus is Canadian. So there you go -- eh.  

Have an enjoying wherever you live day,

Missed the eclipse? Don't worry

 

 At the party

Black marker on bond paper

9 x 6 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

We spent the wee hours of yesterday morning watching
the total eclipse of the moon.  This exciting event slipped
by quietly while most of the world slept -- but not my
science oriented husband and son.  The house was on
eclipse watch.  I saw the start of the eclipse, then went
to bed waiting for the big full eclipse.  However, no rest for
Steven. He was out in the 7 below zero Celsius weather
photographing this phenomenon.  There will not be another
full eclipse of the moon on the winter solstice until
2094.    I'd like to be here to see it, but I can't be certain
I will be.

Here's what we saw:  Drum roll -- the moon and sun perform,
brought to you by the universe with help from Steven.
.

Starting the eclipse

It progresses

And progresses

And progresses

And woo!

This is what you stayed up for!!!!

Whee.  Too bad all the sleepers weren't

up and celebrating with crazy parties.

But no.  You see this in the freezing cold, you

marvel, and then if you have any sense, you

head off to bed and dream sweet dreams of total

eclipses of the moon.  Awesome.  

Merry week of preparation.  I am taking my own

advice, after a long work day, and more festivity,

the night advances.

Have a nothing-can-eclipse-your-happiness day.

The great holiday vanishing problem

Sandra at the party

Notebook sketch

black marker on bond paper

9 x 6 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

(In the middle of  a conversation 

at a party I had a sudden urge

to capture this friend's face.

I have in no way done it justice,

but I am indebted to the host, who

gave me paper and a pen,

and to my subject.)

Hi Everyone,

Sorry for my disappearance.  I have been shut in with
a stack of exams a mile high, and only released to
out in fancy clothes to head out to a party, and to
put on warm clothes to buy a tree.

Jennifer and her tea

Notebook sketch

black marker on bond paper

6 x 9 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

(My friend's Christmas party

is a lovely one.  Most of the same

guests come every year, and the hosts

serve a delicious meal.  It always

features seafood, and then other delicacies

-- a wide variety of goodies.  Good

conversation and good wine flow

dependably.  I quickly did this sketch

at the end of the evening when Jennifer

had a moment to sip a cup of tea.)

Here I am again, and weather, Christmas preparations
and family permitting I will try to stay blogging right
through the holiday.  My friend Marcia Labelle posted
a warm wish for peace and happiness to those of all
faiths and non-faiths.  In Canada, whatever your
celebration, or non-celebration, you have a holiday
at Christmas, and another one for New Year's Day.  So
whether you string lights around your house, light
candles, or eat special foods, there's a fairly good chance
you will be invited to a party, or hear choirs singing in
the malls.  And that's a good thing.

Tonight, or this morning we're seeing a total eclipse of the moon,
which will not fall on a Winter Solstice until 2094.
I'm not sure I can make the next one, so we've watched some
of this one, and will be wakened by our son Sam at 3:15 a.m. to see
the grand finale.

Have a reveling-in-the-Solstice day.

Just be yourself

Ready for joy

Charcoal on bond paper

12 x 14 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

There's a lot of pressure on all of us to live up to
some ideal.  I think about this quite a bit. The reality
of my own life is that I am mother and wife,
a friend, an artist, and a teacher. Every role is
demanding, and every one matters.  I am far from
alone in this.  Most people I know in this city juggle
multiple roles, both at home and in their working lives.

It's the end of the semester, and looking back it
feels like a success.  Now I can devote myself
exclusively to my art and my family for awhile.
Compared to the job of balancing art and school,
balancing art and Christmas is a snap.  Tomorrow
after my client leaves, we'll go and get the Christmas
tree, set it up in the studio, and dedicate part of the
studio to the holiday.  We'll decorate the mantle,
and drape pine and cedar boughs around the doorways
and windows.  The place will begin to smell divine.

I am tired, partially because it's very late as I write this,
and because I've been working very long days lately.
But I am also energized by the thought of a bunch of
new art projects on the horizon.  Tonight I'm
showing you a sketch, that may become part of one of
my paintings for the new year.  The model is doing the
whoop exercise from Mike Dooley, expecting all good.
And that's what I wish for you.  Put your arms in the
air and imagine it happening.  Then get ready -- all good
is coming your way.

Have a getting-ready-for-pure-joy day.

Jumping out of the frame

 The thinking boy

Charcoal on bond paper

18 x 24 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

Sometimes the feeling I get when I look at
a photo I decide to work on is so overwhelming,
that the picture almost leaps into life.  Memory
is a strange muse, but one I enjoy.  This drawing
was done from a beautiful portrait of a young
relative thinking very seriously.  I love his face
and his hair, and noticed as I was taking this
shot that the snapshot edge I drew for a graphic
line, doesn't extend the full length of the image.
Symbolically it makes sense.  He's just too
wonderful to fit the frame.

It's a beautiful night, and the brilliant lights
Steven put on the backyard apple tree are
probably keeping the neighbours awake.
But it's ten below zero and no one is going to
go out to unplug them tonight.

 A Christmas apple tree

A few years back, before the Iraq War, we were asked
to put lights on our porch and leave them on
to let the world know we wanted peace.  Later that
year I was so sick that I almost died, and when I recovered
we left them on to symbolize both hope and peace.  I'm sure
the neighbours thought we were nuts, but we knew
our inner meaning.  These lights on the apple tree
remind me of that time, and make me feel ridiculously
joyful. 

Have a taking-joyful-action day.

The artist's journal

 

 Bedside table clutter

Journal Sketch

Black marker on bond paper

6 x 9 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

A few years back, well probably a decade ago

I read The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron.  I was
already a journal writer, but not a regular daily
writer.  Nobody can sell you on the power of
the journal like Julia Cameron who proscribed
it like medicine, unless it's Natalie Goldberg.
And Natalie and her book Wild Mind was my
original justification for journal writing --
 a superb book.

I am fairly devoted to writing the required
three pages -- which is supposed to be the magic
number for creativity.  But sometimes now I
confess I write my blog in lieu of the hand written
journal.  But it's not really the same.  I wouldn't
bother you with some of the trivia or personal
details in my journal.

My point tonight? I picked up the latest Julia
Cameron book on creativity, The Creative Life,
and I'm looking forward to reading it and my novel,
so I'll let you know what I think. Not too surprisingly
I have quite a few journals, and occasionally dip into
them to read about a time in the past, and remember
what I was thinking and doing.

Today I've been reading about a trip to Europe I
took with Steven in 2006.  So much has changed
since then in my artistic and thinking life. 
It was lovely to go back and see through my description
what we were saying and feeling as we traveled
from England, to Germany to Sweden, then home.

Steven kept wanting to hear more, and then we'd get
lost in talking about that wonderfully romantic trip
in one of the hottest Junes Europe has ever known.

Have a starting-to-write-in-a-journal day.

Saturday on the hoist

 

The place to be

black marker on bond paper

8 1/2 x 11 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

Steven and I are hard workers who relish a free day.  But

today started with the alarm going off even earlier than
on an official work day because we had to be at the
garage by 7:30 a.m. to be first in line to get my car changed over
to winter tires.  We were, and after a pleasant morning spent
across the street at the mall writing holiday cards, we went
home in a safer car.  Snow, they say is coming here big time. 

Just a quick drawing tonight of the location for the subject
most on my mind, sleep. And here's a bed to do it in.
I didn't sleep at all last night -- my problem with extra
early wake up times.  I'm vigilant -- for the whole night.

Have an I-got-a-good-night's-sleep day.

A long, strange day

 
 

I'm listening

Skype portrait, black marker on bond paper

8 1/2 x11 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

My day started with the alarm beeping very
early this morning.  I'd been marking until the
wee hours, as I have been for more than a week.
But I rushed around, got ready, hurried out of
the house with lunch and bags, and inside boots,
and outside boots, and muffled up to the max
in down and fake fur (it is one cold time of year),
and off to the garage that has my tires for the
second time.  This time I sat calmly marking, met
a very nice gentleman who told me stories of his
life in India and Scotland when I took breaks
from marking, and waited. And waited.  For
two and half hours. The problem?  The machine that
broke the first time I came over a week ago, broke
again and I couldn't get my snow tires on.

Oh my.  I was upset.  The nice man who had to
break the news started handing me gifts -- a notebook,
an umbrella with the garage logo.  It reminded me of
the character in the movie Love and Other Drugs, who
escorts the doctors into the hospital in the rain with a
drug logo umbrella.  Only the sun was shining, and the
product -- snow tires (which I own and are stored there)
-- were still not on the car.

The running news loop on the waiting room TV was
of the snowstorm in London, Ontario, two and a half
hours away, where they've had more snow in two days
than they normally get in half a winter.  So I will need
those tires.

When I came home after teaching, the cats had knocked
over a poinsettia plant in the hall, eaten part of it, and
made themselves ill.  So there was dirt, plant and cat
sick to clean up.  Ah well.

I am good at picking up the mood.  Thank goodness.
I ate dinner, and now for a change I'm going to...mark.

Here's a Skype sketch to end the day on a happy note.
I like the mood, and enjoyed the challenge of working
with a thick, black marker.  Drawing like this creates
an image almost like a woodcut.  Nice.


Have a picking-up-after-the-cats-and-enjoying-it day.

What's in the cards?

 Some of the new holiday cards set out on my art board,

getting ready for happy wishes.  As soon as I put my

brushes down, I'll be picking up a pen.  

My wonderful printers Chris and Ellen at St. Clair
Copy had my Christmas cards ready today.  This is
the last week of classes and I am marking so much
it literally hurts.  What hurts?  My back, my hands,
my eyes, my mind.  Yes.  Marking is hard work, but
also a sheer pleasure.  It's great to see how much
people have learned, and to realize how much I've
learned too.

At any rate, if I have your address and postal code,
and you frequently comment on my blog,
I hope that I get to send you a card.  Time as we say
in my class, is of the essence, and I don't have gobs
of it.  So...I will do my best.  I do not answer the
muir.bibby78@gmail mail often, but you can email me
at the sympatico address at the top of my blog.  Send
your address, and in a few weeks a card will
probably appear -- just in time for New Years.

Meanwhile Happy Holiday, and Holiday preparations.

Have an enjoying-it-all day.

Stepping back and walking towards peace

I've been painting on and off all day.  Actually
I've spent one hour marking and one hour painting,
alternating all day.  I used my iCal alarm to let
me know when to switch tasks and locales.  It
sounds pretty dry I know, but I teach time management,
and every now and then I have to apply my own
teaching.

I've also been listening to wonderful talks on TED TV
while I was painting.  What an incredible pleasure.
One of my favorite lectures was by William Ury on
The Walk from No to Yes.  Ury's thoughts on how
to create peace in the world are inspiring and
fascinating to say the least. 

 Late afternoon light Pugwash

watercolour on Arches watercolour paper

16 x 12 inches

© Barbara Muir (date unknown)

Unfortunately I can't show you what I've been
working on. But I wanted to give you an image -- maybe
one you haven't seen.  In this watercolour image
I was trying to catch the magical light at the end of day
on the beach near Pugwash, Nova Scotia, where
we spend as much time as possible each summer.
  I've always been embarrassed by it, because it
doesn't do either the light, or the beach justice. 
But today I think it does capture something --
maybe it captures the feeling of peace, or the idea of
walking for peace.

I painted it at a time when my son, Christopher, was a young
teenager, and some of our happiest moments were spent walking
together.  Ury says that when you walk side by side, a
feeling of peace can develop.  I know that this is true.  I've
told my classes that if they walk beside someone for more
than 20 minutes they'll notice the endorphins kick
in, and the mood transform.  In fact the mood will
elevate considerably most of the time.  Some research
says 30 minutes, but night after night walking with one
of my sons, or with my husband at the time when this was
painted, I'd notice the talk move from complaint to wonder
at about the 20 minute point.

Now let's all try moving towards peace -- at home, and
on the planet.

Have a walking-towards-peace day

Getting ready for the holidiays

Backyard Winter Sunset
acrylic on canvas
12 x 12 inches
Barbara Muir © 2009

I know some of you are all ready for whatever
festival you celebrate, and if I hadn't had years
of therapy I might envy you.  But the other night
I had a flash of inspiration, and decided to borrow
a painting from a collector to use for my holiday
card.  The holiday we celebrate is Christmas,
because we like the tree, Santa Claus, and
giving one another presents.  So today Steven
very kindly photographed the painting I'm
going to use on my card, and I photographed
him taking the shot.  Of course I could have
taken the shot by myself, but then I couldn't
show the process could I? Now I can.

Steven taking the shot for the Holiday card.

I think it might have been Aaron Lifferth who
suggested photographing your work outdoors.
And he might also have advised using a grey
background.  Our front steps in simple
concrete, (not very attractive, but sturdy)
turn out to be the ideal backdrop for
a smaller painting.  Tomorrow I'll head over
to my printer, and then spend any spare minute
in the next few days addressing as many cards
as I possibly can.  Meanwhile, Happy Holidays
to everyone.  The real holiday is a long way off
for me, but just the thought of it is immensely
cheering.

Have a-delighting-in-the-thought-of-celebration day.

One year ago in Florence

 This was our view from the terrace a year ago today.

Last year at this time Steven and I had just arrived in Florence,
because I was showing at the Florence Biennale.  We fell
head over heels in love with the city long before we landed.
It's so strange going to a place you have read about and studied
for your entire life, and then actually being there.  We were constantly
astounded by the thrill of history living and breathing all around
us.  We loved the people, the church bells, the magnificent
architecture, the art everywhere and the food. And the Biennale
in the Fortezza da Basso was incredible with 650 artists
displaying their work in a vast hall.

We met such fantastic artists and formed new friendships; it was
so much fun -- it's almost impossible to believe that an entire year
has gone by.  My great, great, great grandmother was Florentine.
But I know very little Italian.  Yet for my whole life I've felt such
an affinity with everything Italian, and that love was rewarded daily
in Florence.  It is one of our most fervent dreams to return.  And soon.

Have a making-your-dreams-come-true day.

Merry Christmas on Cherrywood

Sunny winter afternoon on Cherrywood
acrylic on canvas
8 x 8 inches
Barbara Muir © 2010

 This is the sight that greeted me this morning.

Someone was having coffee on my front steps.

These guys were incredibly nice.

As Stephen Colbert would say, "Folks."
You all know that I live on the picturesque
street I've portrayed in my paintings many times.
You could almost say I've put the old street (and
it is old) on the map -- except you'd be wrong
because there are so many famous people on
the street that it should get one of those special
signs they make for tourists.  The boy at the
top of the street made a  documentary with the
director of Crash.  His dad is a prop man for
every major TV show, and his Mom, an artist
and interior designer.  Farther down my friend's
son has just published his first comic book.
Across the street is the famous designer, Davide
Tonizzo, and his wife the interior designer, and
communications expert, Sandra Pacitti, and
on and on it goes.

 I asked if I could take their photos and they were great

about it, joking around, "I think this is my best side."

But for the past few days the Cherryhooders have
been getting a special pre-Christmas treat -- lead
free pipes into their houses.  We're getting the lead
out of the city water piping, and that is wonderful.
Of course the gift has a price, and I think in this case
a photo, or several is worth a thousand words.
Ours is done now, and the people working on the
job are fast, hard working and courteous.  Major
props to them.  They woke me up knocking on the door
this morning to tell me the water would go off
in half an hour. So after cleaning up a bit, I went out
and asked if I could take some pictures and they said
"yes!"  Isn't that great?

Merry early Christmas.  Water is vital to all
celebrations and we've got ours back, cleaner than
ever before.

The fellow in the bright hoodie, wanted to check out his photo.

I'm sorry I didn't get a clearer shot.

Thanks people for everything.

Have an the-excitement-keeps-on-happening day.

This is my life right now

For the next week or so, most of my daylight and evening
hours will be consumed with marking. I have piles of essays sitting
in front of me, and I am reading them.  Don't immediately
think -- ah poor thing.  Because I'm really enjoying the work.
But my time for painting is definitely going to be limited
at least for the next few days.  I hope you'll make allowances
for me.

Marking papers at night

Black marker on bond paper

8 x 10 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

I so admire the work of Sheila Vaughan and her wonderful
self portraits.  Every time I worry that you'll think, oh
there she goes drawing herself again, I think of Sheila and
how much I enjoy the myriad ways she has portrayed herself.

I hope all is well in your world wherever you are.  It has been
raining and cold here, but most of us are relieved it isn't
snowing.

More to come.

Have a doing-the-work-you-need-to-do-with-a-happy-heart day.

I do get to

 

 In a peaceful mood

Acrylic on canvas

18 x 18 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

(We had a wonderful model tonight

at my art group.  She was an

actor, a minister, a lawn bowler,

and a great person.  Everyone

created super paintings.  I am

happy with mine.)

One of my blog friends just reminded me of the
"have to",  "get to" transformation.  Thanks
Marilyn.  You are so right.  I'm working with a
long list of could be "have to"s that I just
converted to "get to"s, and I felt the panic
subsiding, and happiness flooding into my
brain synapses where all important changes
are processed.  Yep.  I get to.  I get to
finish marking, I get to teach, I get to paint,
I get to go to art class, I get to get my snow
tires on first thing in the morning, I get to
go to school in snow probably.  I get to laugh.
I get to play with the dog.  I get to enjoy life.

The transformation takes me from "poor little

me," to lucky me.  As Mike Dooley said last
June when I saw him in person, happy people
are busy people.  I know I am doubly blessed
to be both happy and busy.  Now take a deep
breath and move on to the next thing.  And
while you're at it, put some music on that
you love.  And while you're at it, pick up the
cat and do a little dance step -- she misses your
happy-go-lucky self.

Have a getting-to-enjoy-life day.

Hey -- You're on my list!

My computer is having some difficulty uploading

the material tonight, but let me carry on.

Self portrait on Monday night

Charcoal on bond paper

12 x 14 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

It's been an incredibly busy day,  and we're having our street 

dug up -- this time for water, for the second time since the

summer.  I decided to do a self portrait, simply because I'm

here and cooperative, but what do you know my hand

immediately moved into the position that drove me crazy

in high school photos.  You know the ones taken by the

photographer who made every girl pose in this pose, and got 

every guy to look tough.   And there's my hand doing it 

voluntarily.  

I leave you with a video, because it is getting late and time

to move to the next thing on the list.  

Have a happily-crossing-off-that-list day.

Life with cats and dogs

 

Simone in the Forget-Me-Nots

Acrylic on canvas

(work in progress)

5 x 3 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

For those of us who paint in response to real life, it's
hard to resist turning to the cats and dogs who populate
our world for subject matter.  Take today for
instance I found a small canvas just begging for
a painting.  Thinking of the superb small paintings
Belinda Del Pesco does, I thought "Hmmm what about
a cat?" I searched through Steven's wonderful albums and
found one of my favorite pictures ever of Simone in
the Forget-Me-Nots.  Simone was a wonderful cat, and
she liked to go outside.  But Siamese are not really safe
left to wander, because people either want them, or are
frightened by their yawly speech, and hurt them.  So
Simone went out on a red leash, just into the backyard
during her lifetime.  Her eyes were almost the exact colour
of the Forget-Me-Nots.  She was a spectacularly loving and
wonderful cat.

Our Siamese now -- Fiona, has been with us since November
2007.  I bought her while I was still devastated with the loss
of Simone, who died after exploratory surgery.  I'm so glad I
did.  She has been a comfort and joy ever since I first set eyes
on her.  I read in the paper a few weeks ago that it takes
14 parts of the brain to fall in love, and it happens in five
seconds.  That's about right when it comes to me and Fiona.

The Heater Wars are on again.  Watch how Fiona steals that
coveted spot away from our dog Zoey.

 It is getting cold, so the animals position themselves 

near the heat vent from the furnace.  The warmest one is
under the kitchen counter. This is Fiona next to
the feet of our dog, Zoey.

 

Fiona feigns disinterest.  She's just

there for a friendly chat.  She can

take or leave the heater.  It's no

big deal.

 

But she's so tired, so she decides just to lie 

down with Zoey -- nice and friendly.

 
But she's not quite warm enough so she
decides to burrow in a bit more behind
Zoey.  In the process she may just lick a
very sensitive place on Zoey's leg.

 

And voila -- what a surprise -- Zoey leaves.

This was not a calculated move on Fiona's

part.  She keeps trying to talk to Zoey

about co-operation, but Zoey is jumpy-- what

can you expect -- she's a dog.

Ah well she says.  If people want to be that

sensitive.  Let them -- meanwhile I think

I'll put my front paws right on that

heat vent.  Now that's so much better.

Have a loving-the-animals-who-make-life-great day.

Super show at Todmorden Mills

What a day from start to finish!  The light was magnificent
and bright this morning when Steven brought me my
coffee. He opened the curtains and the day looked so
dazzling.  Its secret?  Snow ladies and gentleman --
just a gentle dusting in Toronto, but enough that
when mixed with sunlight -- pow major wattage.

Early Mandarins in a Glass Bowl hanging on the wall at Todmorden Mills

Acrylic on canvas

8 x 8 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

Sold

Maureen Morrison (left) gives me a hug

before she takes my painting off the wall

and heads out of the DVAC 

Large and small picture show today.

So in a super mood we headed over to Todmorden
Mills so I could help sit the Don Valley Art Club
Large and Small Picture Show.  For people who
submit smaller paintings, like me in this case,
the point is that the buyer can take that painting
right off the wall, as soon as the cheque for the
right amount is safely in the hands of the people
on the payment desk.

Visitors enjoyed the show today, and 

make sure you get down there tomorrow.

Well -- I had just started my shift and was walking
around with my clipboard and red dots when someone
from the club tapped me on the shoulder and asked
if I knew what I was doing because she wanted to
buy a painting.  Well blow me over with a feather --
the painting she wanted to buy was mine!  Yep.
Naturally I let her, and we snapped a couple of
shots of the two of us amping it up before she
took my painting off the wall, and I ran back to
the car to get the replacement painting, you are
supposed to have handy.  I did.  Wish me good
karma on selling the others.  And if you are in
town head over to Todmorden Mills tomorrow
afternoon to do some Christmas or Holiday shopping.
There are probably 120 paintings in the show, and
all of the small ones have other paintings waiting in
the wings to pop up on the walls for the next
discerning art buyer.  The show is on next
Saturday and Sunday afternoon too from noon
to 4 o'clock. (I've been advised that it's also open
during the week staffed by Todmorden Mills
 Wednesday to Friday from noon to 4:30).

We came home and played cards with friends,
then Steven and I watched a romantic movie on
TV.  A perfect day all round.  Exciting and quiet,
Balance.

For my friends in the southwest I'm hoping that
because I am a woman, and the artist who bought
my work (and by the way if you're in Toronto you
should go and check out her wonderful landscape
in her signature gorgeous blue) is a woman, that
we are holding up the feminist side of this art
discussion.  But I should mention that there are
many wonderful paintings in the show by men,
like Peter Adam, who I have shown with, and
my good friend Michael Steinhauser who was
there today, and too many more men and women
to name.

By the way the wall is not empty -- I replaced
the mandarins with this painting.

Nectarines on a pressed glass cake plate

Acrylic on canvas

8 x 8 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

To all of you in blogland, thanks for your good
wishes and support. 

Have a loving-your-artist-friends day.

My Dad's Lake Mazinaw

 

 Flowers at Mazinaw

Oil on board

24 x 36 inches

©W.W. Muir (date unknown)

When we were children my father and mother rented
a cottage from my mother's uncle and aunt.  My mother's
sister and her husband rented another of the three
cottages my great aunt owned.  We were not a chummy
family with dozens of relatives coming in and out of
our house most of the time.  But at Lake Mazinaw all
that changed. My father usually spent his two weeks
holiday there, but my mother and my two brothers and
sister usually spent a month or so there with my father
coming up on weekends.

My memories from those summer days are some of
the fondest from my childhood.  Because we were all
family up and down the forested path next to the lake,
we had many meals together, and the adults laughed, joked
and played cards with one another.  The cousins, my aunt's
two sons and our brood of four played in the water on rubber
rafts and later putted back and forth lazily in motor boats, or
canoed carefully exploring the lake.  If you Google
Mazinaw you'll discover that it is the second deepest
lake in Ontario.  It was once the haunt of artists and
writers, and there's a Walt Whitman poem chiseled into
the face of Bon Echo rock, which is an impressive
100 meters high.

My dad was a strict man, but he relaxed at the cottage.
He loved going out in the canoe with my mother and
heading for some remote spot to take beautiful photos,
his second passion after painting.  This painting hangs in
the bedroom I usually stay in when I visit my mother.
It is of a  swamp flower, and I don't know the name of
the species, but if you do you can tell me.

I've grown to love it over time for its simplicity and
the confidence my father felt in painting by the time
he produced it.  Now I love it because it speaks of
his love for the days at the lake, that remain locked
in my memory, like the sparkling sun on the water,
and the smell of bacon, eggs -- my mother's home
made bread toasted and slathered with butter and
her wild strawberry jam.  I can smell pine needles and
imagine sitting out under the stars at night, or listening
to music on the radio and dancing with my sister in our
cabin far from the main cottage.  I spent my summers
there from the time I was two until I was 13.  Then
my father and uncle couldn't agree on a price because
my father wanted to buy our cottage, so the deal fell
through and we quit going there.  We moved from
Ottawa to Toronto, and I've been up to the lake just
once since that time.

So once again art connects me to my father and our
too short time together on the planet.  Here's to you dad.
On this frosty night in Toronto I'm dreaming of our halcyon
summers at Mazinaw.

Have a remembering-your-childhood-summers day

Artists for Africa

Photo from the Peace Matunda Orphanage and School slideshow

Tonight we are going to a party at the Pilot Tavern
here in Toronto in support of my friend Gill Cameron
who is going to teach in Arusha, Tanzania in Africa
this winter.  Her whole family, Gill, her husband Bruce
Harbinson, and the girls, Emily and Meredith are going
to spend Christmas together there before Gill begins her
volunteer work.

Artwork from the Peace Matunda school and orphanage

Last June when I showed with Gill, all of the proceeds
from the sale of her work were going towards this project.
So tonight we will celebrate with her at the fundraising
party and learn more about the project.  I may have
more to say when I get home.

Later...What an event!

My friend Gill is an amazing watercolour painter,
a fantastic artist and an all round great person,as
kind as they come, shy, petite and strong as steel.
So this winter she will be working at the Peace
Matunda orphanage and school.  A young couple
started the orphanage because they were taking children
into their own home, and they wanted to be able to
help more children.  Tonight's party helped raise
enough money to build a whole new room on the
school, and to furnish it! It was a wonderful night
and it finished with a video of the kids that was
deeply moving.  Gill is going to live at the school,
sleep in a bunk bed with four roomates, and teach
art.  She has a duffle bag packed with art supplies and
she's very excited.

One of the children of Peace Matunda

To link to Peace Matunda click here, and if part  of
your Thanksgiving involves giving to others, this
may be the place you're looking for.  I think it
will be a huge adventure for Gill, and also a hard
place to leave.  But she will miss Bruce and her
family so much, that she'll be happy to come home
too.  I wish her the best time, all the love in the
world, and I am incredibly proud of her.

 Gill Cameron (right) and her husband Bruce Harbinson at the end of

a great  evening.  Thanks so much you two for all that you do.

Have a loving-your-friends-for-their-spirit-day

Getting close to 1,000

Cape Breton dinner

(work in progress)

Acrylic on canvas

14 x 18 inches

Barbara Muir © 2010

 (I worked today on

Flora's face, and dress, and here

and there on other things -- It

feels like it's coming along.

I was very comforted

the other day by Belinda Del Pesco

talking about all the unfinished

paintings in her studio.  This is

one of the things I'm working on in mine.)

Hi everyone,

I'm coming up to a pretty big occasion in my blog life.
In 25 days I'm going to be at the 1,000 mark. Thanks so
much for being with me on the wild and sometimes simply
present ride that's been writing this blog.

Why do I like blogging?  There are so many reasons, that
it would be hard to list them.  The number one reason is you.
Meeting you has been incredibly exciting, and you've given
me so much.  I feel like I'm learning, I have
a supportive community that spans the globe. Plus I get to
see your work every day, and feel so  delighted that I do.

I'm a fan of Mike Dooley who sends out The Notes from
the Universe, five days a week to people who subscribe
to his newsletter.  I met him when I attended his seminar in
Toronto this summer with Steven and two friends.  In
my car I listen to the Notes on CD when I feel like I
need a boost in my positive outlook.  I used to listen to
the part about friends all over the world waiting to meet
me, and think -- "Now come on Mike I don't know if
that's true.  And do I need more friends?"  I was suspicious
then of the very bounty I now enjoy.  So the blog has
changed me, and transformed my world completely.
Mike also says on the CD that wonderful surprises
and great events are going to happen, that you cannot even
imagine.  And although I went along with that thought in
principle, I might have been skeptical about that possibility
too.  Not anymore.

If you'd told me In December 2007 "You're going to write
a blog, and because of the blog you'll meet people from England,
Ireland, France, Norway, Italy, Germany, India and all over the United
States, I would have said, "don't be ridiculous!"  Well wasn't I
proven massively incorrect, and I am so lucky that it's true.

So...about the 1,000th blog.  I'll have to think of something. It's
a month away now until Christmas Eve, and it's Thanksgiving
Eve for my American friends.  So Happy Thanksgiving to
everyone in the United States including my family and friends.
Eat some turkey for me.  We had our Thanksgiving a month ago,
and we know this is a family occasion that matters.

Eldon Warren asked me how I was going to celebrate.  I might
have to wait until the New Year for the celebration event.  But
he has got me thinking.  Too bad you all couldn't come to Toronto
and we'd have some Veuve Cliquot and celebrate.


Have a loving-your-friends-one-thousand-times-day.