Journal drawing
with the friends in the neighbourhood who get together
for coffee. And I spent the rest of the day painting,
of a hotel room service breakfast, which as you know
is one of my all time favourite meals. And of course
Canadian Thanksgiving is a celebration of the harvest.
We give thanks for a great harvest, for our unusually
blessed lifestyle, and in honour of that, eat a meal
together. It is not about religion, or history, or which
culture you grew up in. And that's what I love about it.
Everyone can share in the harvest. Everyone can get in
the spirit together, and we all understand the meaning of
the holiday.
Judging from the run on turkeys, that part of the meal may
be the same in many homes.
Happy Thanksgiving weekend!
I was scrolling through my blog and saw this, and thought, 'Aha! So that's how
I solve my current painting -- do a drawing of where I want to go.' It sounds
so simple, but sometimes I have complete clarity, until I don't. Tired,
busy, a lot going on -- I might come into my studio and go, "Wait a minute!
Now what?"
Solution -- plan. So I will. I love this simple drawing because it describes
certain times in our lives when the kitchen table is crammed with objects
that are significant to us. The big Victorian sugar bowl, the small glass
mini-candle holder, the bottom of a silver candlestick, and stems of flowers
in a glass vase. Plus a cream jug with pansies on top of a cookbook. Man
it's almost like the dance of the kitchen table.
Our kitchen table is the center of family life, so it does mean a lot to us.
Have a loving your life day!
Double happy family birthdays today so I didn't get time to do an Inktober
drawing. I love this one. World Smile Day was Friday
October 3, this year, and I did make a few people smile. We are deluged
with appalling news -- write our MPs, protest if we can, sign
every petition asking for an end to racism, wars -- cruelty of every
sort.
But the power of a genuine smile for family, friends, new friends and
people helping us, and who we are helping, still matters.
This drawing is from a great commission I had to draw people via
Skype (now it would be Zoom) for the Consumer Electronics Show.
A delightful assignment.
Have a loving your life day!
I learned about Inktober a few years ago. I've never officially joined,
and don't need prompts, but I love drawing or sketching with a marker.
This sketch is of me as a little girl. I like it. I think you can
see how shy I was, and also a hint of my determination to keep
going. That's something that comes and goes, so I appreciate
that it was there when I was a little kid. I think I'm two or three
in this drawing inspired by a small photo taken by one of my parents.
Today I had a wonderful day working on a painting for a future show. I'd been
thinking about it for a week, so it was so much fun to draw it on the canvas,
and then start painting. Wonderful.
At the end of the work day Steven and I went down to walk by the lake.
It was magnificent there, and it was a beautiful walk.
Have a loving your life day!
A beautiful day at
Steven was delighted to find out this morning that he had a day off. Today
is a holiday in Canada in honour of National Day for Truth and Reconciliation.
So we went down to sit by the lake and enjoy the beauty.
Tonight we had a super model at our art group who is actually a professional
fashion model Michra Joseph. If I spelled it wrong Michra, please correct
me. She is a fabulous model. I had about 35 minutes to get a portrait done,
and it is close to complete, but I don't have time to spend a few more minutes
on it tonight, so I will tomorrow and I'll show you then.
Have a loving your life day!
This painting -- done quite a few years ago -- went home today
to a sweet collector, The Blue Jays won yesterday, and I tidied a
couple of bookcases with excellent help. We took the books to local
small book libraries set up on neighbourhood lawns. And all in
all an awesome day.
Now the studio gets tidied. And I begin some exciting new
work.
Have a loving your life day
Today Steven and I went to Oshawa to see the opening of Georgia
Fullerton's exquisite exhibition Being In and Moving Through at
The Robert McLaughlin Gallery.
It was a super opening with visitors from Georgia's university
days, art collectors, fans and gallery visitors. Georgia delivered
a great, moving, funny, warm speech, explaining her
inspiration, and process, and thanking everyone who had helped get
the exhibition up and running -- including her daughter India
who was in the audience, and proud of her mother.
If you're in the Oshawa area, make sure to visit the exhibition. It's
a beautiful show in a superb gallery.
Have a loving your life day.
Like most Saturdays, today was crazy busy. We went to the market
to get food from Jens, the wonderful Marvellous Edibles farmer in
the late morning. Then we ran around doing a number of tasks. We
gave a quick birthday wish to a close friend, and kept doing our
Saturday routines.
Tonight is movie night, and we haven't picked a movie -- but I
hope it's funny.
The paintings tonight are a few from my Dance series.
They're about the time when young people move into their adult
lives.
Saturday night would be a great night to go dancing, but instead. I
did play Bob Dylan's She Belongs to Me and sang it badly on the
back porch, accompanied by my singing dog, Sally, who
may in fact have been commenting about the fact that it was
5:58 p.m., and she believes dinner should be served at 6:00 p.m.
on the dot. That was as close as I came to dancing.
Have a loving your life day.
Pegann's flowers
Subway Overpass
Oil on canvas
21 1/2 x 17 1/2 inches
Pete Sinjin © 2024
Before Steven and I left on our 16 day holiday driving to Nova Scotia
and back, I was very depressed about the state of the world, and it was
affecting my art.
As soon as we were on the road It was difficult to get the Internet. While
we drove, we listened to a P.E.I. music radio station and sang a lot. Meanwhile,
what was moving alongside us outside the window were the most magnificent
landscapes that I’ve ever seen. This is Canada -- such a beautiful country.
The Maritimes were in serious trouble this year because of a very prolonged
drought and high temperatures because of climate change. But it was still
beautiful there. In Nova Scotia, we stay in a 1909 wooden schoolhouse with
no running water and an outhouse. It does have electricity and the building
itself is so beautiful. This past year an animal ate our last comfy chair, so
that wasn’t fun. But in a couple of days we totally adjusted and loved it there.
Ultimately, I want to thank Pete Sinjin who advised me to take lots
of pictures and to work on enjoying being inspired. It worked and thank you.
Today I worked on a painting of a bouquet I bought at the market from my
favourite farmers. I had fun all day. The painting isn’t finished and I’m
showing you one of Pete Sinjin's paintings. We met last year beside the
Seine in Paris. He is a wonderful person -- obviously times are hard for
anyone who cares about the world right now. Pete and his family live in
Brooklyn, New York. I love how Pete portrays New York, and how vivid
he makes it for people like me who love that city.
Check out his work and be inspired
Have a loving your life day!
I have had cats for my whole life, which means I have been very
lucky. My parents loved cats too, and I think we had cats before
we had dogs as children. But I grew up with both, and Steven
and I have a cat, Monet (a girl), and a dog Sally, (also a girl.)
Today we had breakfast in a French restaurant. Here is some
of a blog post I wrote in the past about French. It leads
at the end to the cat in the drawing. Since I wrote this
post we have been to Paris five times, and I've exhibited
in the Louvre three times. Plus currently we've been
watching a French TV show from France with English
subtitles every night for six months. That definitely
helps. I had a sweet conversation in my stumbly French
with the server this morning.
"I was raised for part of my childhood in Ottawa,
and we started French in school early. I was sad
that some of my understanding disappeared through
lack of use in English Toronto. In recent years our friends
speak more Italian than French. But the roots of the
language linger in my baby girl unconscious.
I was probably five going on six when I first learned
some French words.
Every year we go to Quebec city on our way to Nova
Scotia, and on our way back home to Toronto. I know
enough French to know that I wish I was fluently bilingual.
In Europe children easily learn five or six languages, but
the English in Canada have been somewhat reluctant
to learn even one other language. Some people place
their children in French immersion schools. The school
across the street from our house is a French immersion school.
Falls seems to make us nostalgic. We were talking today
about the great animals we've owned and loved. Here's a
drawing I did of Clown the cat. Indirectly Clown brought
Steven and me together. He took care of the cat for me when
I was away on a trip, because his sister asked him to, and that's
how we met.
So this story loops back, because without Clown,
I wouldn't have met Steven, and without Steven we wouldn't
own a place in Nova Scotia, and without the place in Nova
Scotia, I wouldn't go to Quebec City twice a year, and stumble
through my poor French."
Have a loving your life day!