The Marriage of Dark and Light


The Secret is Out


Inspiration is a well kept secret


it just happens

Robot or Puppet?



                                                                                       

                                                                                     feeling mechanical

Focus


Staying Afloat


 

Learning from those who went before

how to focus on what's  required,

pick up the oar and paddle.

It is the engagement with practical mundane tasks

that keep us independent and grounded. 

 

The Posture of Those Who Work


Let the Rain Fall


Spinning Towards the Present


Travelling Into the Past


We've Got the Second Hand Blues


the sound of one hand clapping


HAAAaaaaah!


Call to Duty


What side of the bars am I on at any given day?

And why, I wonder, must I feel cornered before I can even know what skill or effort 

it is possible for me to make.

 

Life calls us to attend to life.

 


Family Reunion


An interesting cast of characters, four generations meeting for lunch.

 

Finding Language


 

It seems to me that language is as personal as perception. 

We can only describe what we know

and each of us must attempt to do that by whatever means we have available.

Creativity is an attempt to communicate. 

 

 

Inside the Room


tHe dePth of uNknowIng


 

 

Light and shadow create shapes

shapes create forms and landscapes

landscapes have roads that twist and curve and disappear into distances

and there is a sense that someone is watching all this

an observer who wonders and  sometimes questions

what is this all about? 

 

A Place I Want to Go To


Acts I , II and III




Three Days to Get Through


 

 

Meet you again on Tuesday.

 

 

Trying to Find the Line


 

 

Like blades of grass

to many to focus on a single one

a storm threatening but not arriving

beginnings but no completions

the line is there

but cannot be grasped

   just that kind of day. 

 

Finding a Rock


Today we went on a road trip 

to the Sculpture Supply Center 

 



To find a rock for Floyd to carve.

Stay tuned to see what emerges.

 

 

The Three Muskateers (in disguise)



Becoming the Space Between...


...I meet the centre

Leaning Towards the Center


 

Side by side

each coming from the opposite direction  

we come to know the centre as it is contained 

in the space between.

 

  

Smalls


Today's Theatre



 

 

a box

tall enough to stand inside

one open pink umbrella for the roof

a lizard, a parrot, two giraffes and a bear

 

and no idea!

A Different Saturday Outing


 

 

                      We invite you to come to the reception for this exhibit this Saturday, July 14, from 2pm to 5pm 

Sorry, but today we're just exhausted


Opening a Box of Colour


Caprese Salad


Friends and Artists Together





Layers


 

 

Today was a day of many layers

laughter and tears

under a dark cloud

under a bright cloud

all of us around the table 

Eron, Vivian, deborah, Sae,

sitting, standing and dropping to our knees.

The Depth of Language


 

 

Each word is shaped by the meaning that it holds.

A word has a weight and a form.   

It can be obscure or transparent.

With curiosity it is possible to see into it and sense its many lifetimes.

 

 A word rarely stands alone but reflects the context in which it is placed.

 

Words are vehicles of travel 

carrying us towards understanding.

Ruled by Weather


Framed


"I have the ball"


                                                                                               

 

                                                                                                 "Catch!"

 

 


Mood Indigo

 

 

 

sultry and passionate


From One to Many




Where's the Parade?


Looking for and Finding



 

 

'C U S T O D I A N S' is the new exhibit in the Collage Gallery.

The Colour of a Question



 

 

In asking a question, with no immediate answer, we enter into a place of unknown possibility.

In asking a question, with no immediate answer, the question may lead us home.

 

All the World's a Stage


And all the men and women merely players...

 

                                                                             Shakespeare

A Symphony of Lines


Moved by Light and Each Other




In Different Places Under the Same Sky



A Place to Sit


 

There are times when I have been given to

and there are times when I have the impulse to give

both in receiving and in giving 

trust is the inspiration.

 

The Language of Friends


Taking Each Other for a Walk