combine

$165

stolen words

$65

canadian cowboy

this was a commission

a bag of periwinkles

8x8x3in
$150(plus shipping and handling, if needed)

We will fight sea monsters
On this Ship made of pillows and cotton sails
We will be slapped by salty spray
With Tangled hair and shiny eyes
*Grab your finest sword*

we'll see the world
sideways and downways
and insideout-way

we’ll see the trees
lying and hanging
and feel the clouds beneath our feet

*bring your finest hat*

books stocked high,
shells, stolen from the rocking beach
fall, imprisoned in my room
for
I am a lunatic,
stalking Nature’s elixir,

A pathological madwoman
I crave the scent of soil
I bask in the dapple of the sun and trees
romance

Stand on cliff and
BREATHE
As if you were robbing the world
of its greatest gift
*breathe*

plant ivy on my grave
to crawl and grow
and regrow again

plant ivy on my grave
so I might be a berry,
polished by dew
and nibbled by sparrows

so I might see
the ends of the earth
forever

a flight, a flash,
a break between the trees
because,

I am

sun poetry

12x12inches
$150

this is similar to another painting i've done. i just liked it and wanted to visit the subject again. it's from a picture i took of my friends heather and joel on a little capebreton holiday a few of us took last august.

Ceilidh

this is from a picture of my mother and grandfather at my aunt's wedding twentyfive years ago. it was a mother's day gift last year.

stories

jungle chickens

1.5mx0.75m
my mom calls these the dinosaur chickens. i painted this five years ago. it's very...colourful and very different from my style today...and it's for sale! chicken lovers?

reminiscing

in order of appearance:
1. feed the birds
2. sheep shear
3. social airs




i'm at home for a week. this house is full of my old paintings...some better than others. i thought i'd share some. these were all done in 2005...my people year i guess.

lead white sky

capebreton sun

i think this is one of my favourites...this and beachcomber

6x6x3

solitude

campfire

thailand

rice harvest, oil on recycled cloth, 12x12inch,


hilltribe
pastel on newspaper/cardboard, 11x18inches,

europe

Monte Cassino Rain

Siesta

farming

dusty tales, 5x8inches

ontario wheat, 8x8 in




















pending harvest, 5x8in
thanks for your interest in the farm series. i appreciate people's love for farming. farming today is romantic and terrible and necessary, all at once.
my life-long experience on my parent's farm has been a huge inspiration for my art.
i'm working on more like these. stay tuned...

beach combing

40x60in

Phyllis

kindling

we stand on the cusp of time

seeing neon colours on the dusking horizon

and we know we've messed up

this precicipe must be lived carefully

instead of building monsters that can spread their legs

and balance our burgenoning hedonistic lifestyles

we must learn to tread, bare feet

along a wire

a spiders web

is it unreasonable to live in

the unpredictability of infinity?

to tiptoe with holy fear

through the volatile jungles

into an eternal heart

that we will learn to

become?

is it unreasonable to fling yourself

into the space above your head

and never know your signature

on a dotted line

but know,

beyond all doubt,

that your heart will beat

for eternity

when i close my eyes

i spin wildly through dimensions

that transcend the rules

i have come to know

psychedelic visions penetrate my brain

exploding paradigms, forethought

spun from my axis,

i suddenly know that I am

beyond

the flat image that stares back at me

i am the explosion on the sky

salt spray and tangled nets

Jane

this was a commission for a friend.

the painting is a randition of a photo he took of jane.

checkout my friend's photos:

http://www.myspace.com/topherproductions

crumbling

collage on linen

I awake each morning torn between a desire to save the world and adesire to savour the world. This makes it hard to plan my day.

E.B. White

liturgy

For i have known them all already, known them all--

have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons

i have measured out my life with coffee spoons,

i know the voices dying with a dying fall

beneath the music from a farther room

so how should i presume?

and i have known the eyes already, known them all--

the eyes that fix you in formulated, sprawling on a pin

when i am pinned and wriggling on the wall,

then how should i begin

to spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?

and how should i presume

--T.S Eliot, From The Love Song of J. Alfred Pufrock

summer haze

this is the view of my farm from our backyard. i painted this over a series of sunsets, when the sheep would come out, the sun would slant it's way through the trees (that are not shown in this painting), and my mom would pick what she needed for supper

oil on canvas, 14x32inches, $350

august's garden

oil on canvas

3.5x5ft

this was painted on my family's farm in august 2006. it was a challenge to stand outside in the shifting sun watching the mess of flowers wave in the wind. i love this painting and will be sad to see it go.