You seeing me seeing you

                                      a mutual regarding


Just Looking for a bit of Shade



Alive


A fish in a bowl is totally dependent on us for its survival.

It can endure our neglect for a surprisingly long time 

but also it can revive dramatically with care and attention.

It is possible for us to have relationship with every creature

when we recognize it as living.

 

 

 

 

 


Walking Away from the Week


Waiting for the Light to Change



Before the Wind Makes a Wish


The Next Move




Between Inside and Out


 

there is a cloud of unknowing

and in the splitting of the tree

new life growing.

 

 

Lost on the Street


Today Sae 'n' I ventured out onto the street, far from our stomping grounds, looking to find who know's what. 

We took with us a CONTACT map and gallery names but never found any.

The bus was crowded and hot and we couldn't remember where we were or why we were there.

Sometimes everything we need is right in front of us. 

Returning to our familiar was a great relief.

Finding the Rabbit (today's hunt for inspiration)




...not the rabbit!


Shining a Light


 

...on the seriousness of work

We are calling this door Friday...


 

 

...and it opens to the weekend

An Open Handed Gesture


 

Ready to receive what comes

and what falls away

 

Finding the Path


Now What?


 

 

After working towards the completion of a body of work

and the opening which follows

there is often a dry patch

when there seems to be no direction.

This is today.

 

 

Closing the Gap


                                                       

 

                                                         When we close the gaps we alter the landscape.

 

 

Cropped Short Stories

                  Starring 

 

                Black Dog


           

               Red Foot Pigeon Theatre


         

 

                  and Guernsey Cow

 

 

 

 

             

 

 

     Coming soon to a gallery near you!

 

 

             Gallery Arcturus

                        Show Time             

        Saturday May 5, 2  - 5pm

           Seats still available


The Tools of the Trade


 

 

Today Sae 'n I spent all day hanging what is to be 'her show'.

It was very finicky work and exhausting.

We should finish tomorrow.

It will be beautiful!

 

 

All the Better to See You With


 

 

              This is a small glimpse into the space where Marina Hashemi is exhibiting her collages:- Anatomy of a Soul

 

 

Trusting the Other


 

In a collaboration each participant  is moved by the other,

quite literally they are each mobilized by a recognition 

of potential to create something of beauty and perfection.

Collaboration requires heart and seeing. 

It is always surprising and its essence is joy.

 

Sensing the Arrival of Green



Up Coming Event


 

Marina writes: "'Anatomy of a Soul' was born out of solitude and self reflection.

The skeleton is a form that supports and moves me through life.

My intuition, which I rely on to be my sight and guiding light,

is felt deeply in my gut and pelvis, that is where I placed eyes.

My heart, an organ I associate with deep states of anxiety,

love, empathy - that is why I placed bursts of colour,

delicate butterfly wings and soft flower petals, in the chest. 

These are my first collages.

They document an exploration and discovery 

of what lives inside my soul." 

 

 

Brushes in Motion


 

Today's conversation between Floyd Kuptana and 'that woman' aka deborah harris

Trying not to be Grey


A Sliver of Blue


Pink Forecast



The Ice Queen Cometh


Enter the Space


Walking in the Rain


Artists Together



 

 

Floyd Kuptana and deborah harris have been collaborating together for many years.

His sculptures have inspired her drawings, collages, paintings

which have in turn inspired Floyd to expand his talents into drawing and painting.

This show documents their creative conversation to the present.

 

 

 

 

Mirror, mirror on the floor...



what was once in the ocean,

is found on the shore.

 

This installation ushers in a new exhibition, 

F e r o c i o u s   J o y 

 

This whale bone was found on the shores of Tuktoyaktuk, NWT in 1940,

  at the mouth of the MacKenzie River where it enters the Arctic Ocean.

 

 

 

Anyone for a cup 'a tea?


Propelled into Space


Puzzling the Pieces to Come Together

   

     Puzzle: To perplex or confuse;

     to discover or resolve by long

     cogitation.



The Rhythm of Repetition


 

 

What happens to the creative process when we try to repeat or reproduce it?

We may find our self stuck in the same place just spinning our wheels.

Something we can also call habit.

 

The First Robin of Spring



The Story of Easter Begins


Against All Odds


 

 

Against all of our resistances,

justifications and reasons for why not,

some hidden, forgotten, longed for essence 

 

continues to be.

  

 

The Title Unknown


 

 

Trying to find the story 

as it enters from the outside in

If it comes in I will find it.

A moving stream full of images.

One floats to the surface and lets me catch it.

That one image holds a memory of the whole.

If I can begin with that slippery fish

it will lead me through to an ending.

 

It is always surprising 

and always known.

 

 

 

 

The ON Button is Pushed...


 

 

                                                                                     

 

                                                                                                       ...and pointing up


Wondering Which Way to Go


 

 

Sometimes, but almost never

we touch what we desire.

 

excerpt from 'Robert Frost at Eighty' by Peter Boyle

 

 

Returning to One



 

 

 

 Something rich comes from our conversations 

that I take home with me to ponder.

 

 

An Agreement to be Moved


 

Sometimes we cannot initiate. 

Sometimes we do not want to do what we are asked to do,

or we cannot decide what of all the things we think we must do

that we can do.

We are surrounded by movement. 

Simple, mundane tasks require our attention.

They insure that we continue to engage. 

We must only agree.

 

Moving from Chaos to Order


Hanging by a thread...


...turning to face the now.


A stroke of the hand...


                                                                                                                                                   grass in the wind

Playing a Song of Green


 

 

"Greensleeves was all my joy

Greensleeves was my delight

Greensleeves was my heart of gold

And who but my lady Greensleeves."

Ed and Gina Go to the Theatre


 

I asked him, "What kind of day do you think it is today?"

And he answered, "A little bit flat but friendly."

 

And so I thought maybe it looks like this.

 

Listening


A Gift of Flowers


 

The Collage and E.J Gold Gallery have joined the present show 'In Memory of Spring'

with what is being called -   'A Delicate Response'