Landscape oils, painted by me. Always a peaceful experience.
Most of these were painted with a specific person in mind. Each takes anywhere from 3 hours to 12 hours to complete.
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Everyone can understand the blues, but the blues is not about being low; It’s about turning a bad thing into a good thing.
I always say “if something bad happens to you today, try your best to make something good from it; compose a song, paint something, write a poem. If something bad happens and nothing good comes from it, then it’s just bad; and nobody wants that.”
I think that children, especially those in troubled conditions, should be exposed to music as a way to show them that they can make something good out of a bad situation. I think if they learn to express themselves early on, it can lead to more positive roads later in life.
Either way, everyone can write a blues song.
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“Ice is falling, from the tips of my wings” - Learning to fly in Gjoa Haven, NU.
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For the past few months I’ve been living far away from my local haunt and watering hole @thelaffottawa , but like Napoleon’s triumphant return from Elba I’m returning to place where I’ve wrote so many of my songs. Good to be back.
Today I performed in the open mic showcase, and it reminded me of the journey I took to get here. Looking up at the painting ceiling, depicting the Good Lord passing a quart to Adam, I think back at all of the years watching live performers, never thinking that one day, I would be one of them.
The Laff is a special place, it’s not really a bar, more like place where regulars sit, sipping on their respective pints, rarely conversing beyond a respectful nod or passing hello. It’s like a glorious Limbo, or Heaven’s parlour , or somewhere in the middle. Occasionally, a newbie will walk in; the regulars are casually aware. Sometimes, shortly after, the newbie is having a swift end to an early night, and the regulars watch silently, observing from their tables. Soon, the peace returns, just as quickly as it broke; the night continues.
To me, the pen’s lure comes not at the writing desk, but in the dim and forgiving flicker of the gentle house lights.
