Friday, October 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
This is my first attempt to paint in High Park. It's unfinished, which I blame partially on the unavoidable onlookers. "Are you painting?" was the usual query. I guess the easel, brushes and paint and the canvas with a picture of a tree that was remarkably similar to the one standing right in front of them were insufficient clues. I thought the painting sucked anyway, so I headed home.
In retrospect though, I wish I had stuck it out. It's not half bad. Mind you had I stuck around I would have had to deal with the crazy lady who climbed my subject as I was packing up.
I miss Killarney where my only audience were the chipmunks.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
I'm back from Killarney Provincial Park and had a spectacular time painting. 6 paintings in 10 days. I'm not sure if my enthusiasm is reflected in what I created but in the immortal words of Bugs Bunny "I don't give a crap!" (....or was that Lord Black.) More than half my enjoyment comes from just the act of painting outside.
Anyway, this was my first attempt. I hiked with all my gear out to AY Jackson Lake and produced this piece of shit. I was in sort of a 'I'll show that Mark Harris I can paint clouds, too!' frame of mind and failed miserably. I was chased back to the camp site by that nasty black cloud.
Monday, June 30, 2008
This was inspired by a true event (except for the Jesus part). While having dinner with a good friend the other night we struck up a conversation with a couple beside us. They seemed pleasantly surprised at my buddy's dry wit, keen grasp of politics and encyclopaedic mind. As usual in these situations, I sat silent, content to listen to this enlightening conversation. After enquiring as to everyone's career choice the question was put to me. After I said that I was an illustrator their eyes lit up like super novas and their smiles were so large the corners of their mouths seemed to meet at the backs of their heads. You'd think I was Brad Pit or as the cartoon suggests, Christ himself.