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Protecting the Space


 

We usually think of filling the space,

something we all know how to do

but space may be the most valuable and rare treasure we have

not for what we can put in it but for the experience

of simply being in it.

Good Day Sunshine


Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine.
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about,
I feel good, in a special way.
I'm in love and it's a sunny day.
(Lennon/McCartney)

Echoes, the colour of sound singing



Unpacking the weekend


 

All the things I want to do

and don't want to do

all stacked up around me...

 

some thing will call

louder than the rest

that's the one I'll answer to

 

 

Cockle-Doodle Doo!


                                           A friendly wake-up call. Spring has been sleeping too long.

Alleluia Chorus


Sae'n'I - In the same dream


 

These two collages were done on two separate days.

The one in the foreground is by Sae Kimura

the ghostly figure in the background is by me, deborah harris.

We made the each of their surrounding space transparent and overlapped them,

making them appear to walk together.

They seem to describe something of our relationship.

"Do You Want to Say Anything?"


                                                                                                  "No."

 

 

                                                                                          Have a good weekend

                                                                                                                         (It's bit of an uphill climb)

Face-Off


'Merrily We Roll Along'



Planted


Balancing the Ball



The Path Between


Spring Cleaning


Beginnings


                             Such a  privilege to care for a small piece of earth and watch it come to life each spring.

 

 

Life Is Many Layered


A picture is worth a thousand words


Tuning to Spring



                                                              

                                                                                     a high pitched wake up call

Outside/Inside



Colour is in the Air...


... whispering a promise of warm

In the Queue


 

 

Today the Reference Library was having a used book and magazine sale. The collage artist's dream is to scrounge through such a sale and find hidden gems. Eron and Sae met there and were shocked by the line-up circling the building. It is a strange phenomena, lining up for something that you want. The longer you wait the more you want the reward of waiting and the harder it is to leave the line, to quit, to give up on your wanting.  Knowing when to quit is a useful lesson to learn in any situation. It is not always a failure to walk away. It can be that it allows us to proceed with something other.

 

 

A Birthday Wish in 3 Dimensions


This is where I want to be tonight


A Creative Response


Vivian Felsen's miniature collage response to the new exhibition

and Sae Kimura's response to her response on the top of the mylar display.

As the Sun Sets...


... the strands of shredded paper surrounding Jeremy Gordaneer's sculpture,

part of the new exhibition entitled  'i t ' s   c o m p l i c a t e d ' ,

catch the last rays of light.

Towards the Light...


 

...can sometimes be an uphill climb of ferocious effort

a fullness and an emptiness on either side of gravity

wanting both but succumbing to the dictates of the moment

we do the best we can.

 

Question without an answer


Somewhere spring is waking


                                                                             Odawara Kanagawa Japan

                                                                                                  Last day of February 2019

Waiting for a Different Bus


  

How many same buses must pass           before a different bus comes.


In the Ruins of History...


                                                                                                                                                     ...perhaps a clue

Looking for a map to help us find our way

 

 

 

 

Sometimes what we are looking for               is too close to see.



Seen from Above...


...the world is very small

Not Too Far From the Maddening Crowd


                                         

                                            Twenty minutes, give or take, from the city center is Riverdale Farm.

Learning from those who love winter


                                                                                 

                                                                                                          In the valley of  Riverdale Hill

Full Moon Rising


                                                                 

                                                                                        and I'm in a tea-cup.

 

 

A Fish Out of Water...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                         might learn to fly

 

 

 

 

           a seed fallen

           between the cracks  

           might,  against all odds

           blossom

          

 

 

 


                      Imagination touches the edge of what is known and gives form to what is otherwise elusive.

Love is in the Eye of the Beholder


Happy Valentines Day

Either Side of the Door


Today was Declared a Snow Day


Continuing with the Momentum of Change

 

                                       Ripping up and moving forward.


Order Invites Beauty


                                                                            A space we want to work in.

Real Life is Often Better than Fantasy


Chaos Comes Before Order


 

Today was spent going through art storage and studio in an attempt to find and re-order space.

It is a daunting task which we had enormous success with (even if it does not appear so).

We will continue tomorrow...

Introducing our latest video... Counting on a Miracle


The Poetry of Objects


                                                  

                                                              ...each one precariously supported by the other.

Windows of Ice


 

 

 

 

 

                                            "Do you have something to say?"


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                "No."


Still in the Midst of the Storm


You are Invited


Trying for Exactness


 

 

                                Working on invitations is exciting and very satisfying, when they are finally complete.

                                But the process takes time and there is an exhausting search for perfection.

                                Fine tuning the colour, the type, the composition to represent the artist's work.

                                The most difficult is getting the placement right for double-sided printing.

                                That is a bit crazy making.

 

'What Are We Waiting For?

 

The unexpected guest,

the weather to change,

inspiration, invitation, exhaltation.

The perfect circumstance

to surround us with abundance.

The strength to keep waiting.

 


 

This is part of the new exhibition showing five paintings by E.J. Gold from our permanent collection.

The Show Must Come Down


 

 

                       The process of taking down a show always allows for another seeing of it or seeing it anew.

                        There is both a sadness and an excitement. Sadness that what was will not be again and

                         excitement for the unexpected surprise of what comes next.

 

 

Over and Under



Picasso Thursday


Seeing from Every Angle


The Whole is More Than the Sum of Its Parts


These three collages were made into transparencies and placed one on top of the other, held over a light and photographed. There placement was not random. There were elements, curves, angles and perspectives in each which corresponded so perfectly as to make one wonder how such a thing is possible, considering that each was made independent of the other.

 

 


Expecting Snow


Cold Enough to See Your Breath


Winter Without Snow...


 

                                                                                ... shades of tarnished silver

 

 

Just in Time


 

Today was spent looking back in time,

using old photos to give us clues about the attitudes and experiences

of those who lived a very different reality than the one we know now.

The Little House that Could...


...be a shelter from the storm.

Guardians of the Space




Sharing Red



Blue




The Book of Eight


 

Today Sae received a book from a fellow artist and friend in Germany.

The above image is a page from the book entitled 'ACHT' translated it means EIGHT.

Below is Sae's collage response.


The Book of One


Cold and Bright/Sharp and Kind



The Boiler Room

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This was a busy week rehanging all the gallery spaces from top to bottom 

including the studio in the basement 

which was the special project of

Eron Boyd.

 

Visitors are most welcome to visit all 

the spaces and the basement is the 

hot house where much of the work 

is created.

 

A reminder to come to the winter 

reception this Saturday, today,

from 2 - 5pm.


Giddy-up and Whoa


 

 

A partnership of opposites.

Hats and Gloves


Trying to Find the Way



All Wrapped Up and Nowhere to Go



The Hat Matters


Floyd Kuptana adapted new look.

Walking in a Winter Wonderland


 

 

This was the first gesture in the collage gallery

begun this morning when Sae arrived with branches.

The window scene created the atmosphere to complete the space

for a continuation of 'A Winter's Poem'. 

Our Christmas reception will be held on

Saturday December 15th from 2 - 5 pm.

All are welcome.

Beneath the Stair Sculpture Studio


                                                                            Now we can work a little warmer.

 

                                                                     

 

Winterized studio structure designed and installed by Lee Harris

Birds of a Feather...


 

 

                                Every visitor is somehow shaped by the space. Today the visitor was Maya.

 


All the World's a Stage...


                                                                                                                      ...and we are merely players.

Interrogated by Light


 

There is a line in a Shakespeare Sonnet-

"Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines..."

which I am reminded of in this photo.

The brightness exposes all and leaves no place to hide,

inner definition is lost and the background becomes dark by contrast.

The shadow looks on from a distance.

 

A Winter Poem


 

 

This is the beginning of the new exhibit in the Genesis Gallery.

 

 

Good Will to All


 

 

"Soul Cake"

 

A soul cake, a soul cake,

Please, good missus, a soul cake,

An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry,

Any good thing to make us all merry.

A soul cake, a soul cake,

Please, good missus, a soul cake,

One for Peter, two for Paul,

And three for Him that made us all.

God bless the master of this house

And the mistress also,

And all the little children

That round your table grow;

The cattle in your stable,

The dogs at your front door,

And all that dwell within your gates

We'll wish you ten times more.

A soul cake, a soul cake:

Go down into the cellar

And see what you can find;

If the barrels are not empty

We'll hope that you'll be kind;

We'll hope that you'll be kind

With your apple and your pear,

And we'll come no more a-soulin'

Till Christmas time next year.

A soul cake, a soul cake:

The streets are very dirty,

Me shoes are very thin,

I have a little pocket

To put a penny in;

If you haven't got a penny

A ha'penny will do;

If you haven't got a ha'penny

God bless you.

 

 

 


Back to Back (we've got each other covered)


Today we Welcome the Sun


In and out of Focus


 

It is interesting to note that I can only truly focus on what is close to me.

What is more distant becomes blurred, less articulate, more open to interpretation. 

On the other side of now...


Waiting for the Snow


Trying to fit a lot on our plate


and looking for a  moment of empty

 

 


Trying to Find Water




A Work in Process



 

 

Zan continues to make new pieces to add to the exhibition, here, in the collage gallery. 

Visitors can view her extraordinary masks and also see the materials and way that she uses them.

A reception will be held this Saturday, November 10th from 2 - 5 pm. 

Visit arcturus.ca to see more.

Holding Possibility


 

 

 

 

 

 

                          What is empty?

 

 

                            

 

 

 

 

 

 

             What is full?



Divine Order


When it Rains it Pours


Dia de los Muertos The Day of the Dead


Somewhere on an Island Far Away


                                                                                                                   The mystery plays on...

 

 

Trick or Treat


Discombobulated


 

 

 

 

 

Today

my head is somehow not connected to my body.

A giant puff ball with two little eyes looking out.

That is just how it is today.


Neighbours



Alive


 

 

Zan Redcrow takes us with her into the woods

and through her work introduces us

to those beings who dwell there.

Faces that look out at us

often without our knowing

hidden as they are

behind all that grows.

 

 


Work is on exhibit from today October 25 - November 24 in the Collage Gallery.

 

If only we could fly...


Feeding the pigeons


                                                                         

                                               The figures in the west Genesis Gallery have taken a walk to the east side

                                                              where the pigeons gather and the sun shines brighter.

                                 

Corduroy


 

A corduroy day

small hills and valleys settled with chill

not familiar yet

this morning sharpness

snaps cold fingers

in a call to attention

cutting through pretense and falsehood

only an arms length away.

An epidemic of such proportion that it infiltrates my dreaming

stirs itself into my first bitter sip

I can sometimes hear it whispered in the periphery of listening

to your calm reasoning.

 

Insects are intensely scary when they are swarming

a plague of locusts

are not anything like the grasshopper you find and hold in your hand

spellbound by the fine precision of its creation.

Mobs are the wasps that sting

so better not to get too close

but their wings, like the butterflies a thousand miles away

are causing the winds to lift the edges of our smooth flat sheets.

They may soon resemble sails with us on boats

we no longer know to navigate.

 

A corduroy day

with nap and ridges

like fur on the back of a fearful dog

reading the morning news.