Lately I have been asking myself what direction I want my art to go - Should a life changing experience also change the direction my art has been moving or should I continue with what I have been doing. I love painting the colours and textures of the Alberta landscape but have been feeling an urge to return to some earlier motifs and try to work them out more completely.
My mother died in April and this profound experience of losing the person who was my first tie to the earth, my first loved one and the person who largely shaped who I have become, has left me hungry to delve back into ritual and fairy tales. I am going to post some old work on this blog and then, from there, try to develop the images and archetypes in a deeper, more intuitive way.
The winter river lies frozen and blue-green below the snow-covered hills under the blue, blue Alberta sky.
Looking through the branches of a lonely windbreak at another more distant line of trees. I love the sense of courage and history that these hardy lines of prairie trees evoke.
Even on snowy days in Alberta you can sense the presence of the mountains - past snow-covered grain fields and rolling foothills - they loom just beyond sight...
A pale gold wheat field covered with snow - golden light in the clouds - these glimpses of beauty are the inspiration for this painting. Winter colours are muted but lovely.
