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Take a Breath...we made it. It's 2022. Cheering seems inappropriate, although perhaps loud noises can chase away demons if we try hard enough. Maybe we should clap loudly when least expected; like seeing the dawn of a new day; when a youngster eats all of their broccoli; when the dog catches the Frisbee. There are always reasons to be joyful. We just need to search a little deeper in these challenging times, to see the wonders in our own lives that we overlook. Some people are making lists of resolutions, only to edit them a day later, realizing that the...

Every artist has a list, either in their heads or, as in my case, written on a scrap of paper, taped to my desk. It's the "dream" list..."whenever I have enough money/talent/space, I would like..." On my list are things like 300 lb watercolour paper, Carbazole Violet Watercolour paint by Daniel Smith. Wait...scratch that...ANY Daniel Smith watercolour paint! (A quiet sigh of admiration...) Artists are dreamers. That's how we make our magic, but it's also what gets in the way of us remembering important things that we NEED. If you have a Beloved Artist in your life, or if you...

An artist opens their heart with every painting. They put pieces of the puzzle of who they are on each canvas. They cannot hold secrets and brushes at the same time. There will always be a part of my soul in Quebec. I was born in Montreal and moved from there to the Eastern Townships; the countryside that people living in the city long for. The experts tell you to paint what you know. What is familiar; close to your heart. Where you feel complete. I live in the Rocky Mountains of Canada and am grateful to live in such...

Every artist that has painted outside has a story to tell. It could be about the weather being horrible, bugs chomping on every inch of flesh, the sun mercilessly beating down with a chorus of, "HOW could I forget my HAT?!" pounding in the artist's ears. Here in the Rocky Mountains of Canada, there are situations that occur that make outdoor art practices more...interesting! One autumn afternoon, my life partner Yannick and I decided to spend the day beside the Kootenay River. We had everything: a thermos of coffee, camp chairs, a book for him, painting supplies for me. It...

One of the joys of painting is the fact that you can re-visit places from the past by holding your brushes. I recently "returned" to Stratford, Ontario, to the Avon River. I was last there in 1986, feeding the swans every day in the sunshine until I had to dress to attend a performance in the evening. A magical time, swans and Shakespeare. Here is the recent acrylic painting that transported me back: Painting also makes me think of mentors that have touched my life. I wouldn't be here, creating art, living my life as I do, without their examples:...