This group exhibition explores Nature in many artistic forms at the Women’s Art Association of Canada, 23 Prince Arthur, Toronto, ON.
I participated in five Ontario Society of Artists Exhibitions 2022, our 150th anniversary year. These public galleries hosted juried and members’ exhibitions: Temiskaming Art Gallery, Glenhyrst Art Gallery, Orillia Museum of Art and History, Art Gallery of Northumberland and the Lieutenant Governor’s Suites at Queen’s Park, Toronto, Ontario. It was a privilege to chair the Orillia exhibition at the Museum of Art and History, developing the curatorial focus of the exhibition.
Heritage Canada supported the publication of Breath. Heart. Spirit. The OSA 150 Years, available at the Art Gallery of Ontario bookshop and on the OSA website. I was the managing editor for the book, 204 pages, full colour illustration with essays by renowned curators and images from many of our artists. https://ontariosocietyofartists.org/osa-book-breath-heart-spirit-the-osa-150-years/
Sky mirrors water, mirrors sky; and light moves from the west to the east, dimming in its last moments.
Light catches in water and bounces back: illumines the air, shifts and turns with the wind.
Cloud bends to water, passes from one state to the other. Where does the water begin and the cloud end? Where does our breath begin?
Evening water, 30×60, oil and alkyd on canvas explores dimensions of reflection and the solemnity of light over water. Peaceful restlessness: constant fluidity and change mark the atmospheric spaces where vapour, liquid and solid collide. Levels of light and dark, opacity and clarity speak to us. We mirror the world and the world is born in us.
…..Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
Pablo Neruda (poem, Water)
A thin skin of cat ice grew on the water last December. Ice formed rafts, floating in water that seemed as much sky as lake. In the silence ice chimed, nudging against its neighbour, building up a surface for a new world of ice huts and snowmobiles.
I visited Muir Woods near San Francisco in July on a study trip. It is a parcel of land, 554 acres, saved from logging in 1908 by President Roosevelt, named for the great naturalist John Muir. The forest was cool, fragrant, resonant with bird song and small streams springing out of the hillsides. The trees are impossibly tall: Gothic trees with leaves and sky instead of stained glass. Redwoods grow in families around a mother tree. They produce saplings in a ring creating magical shelters in circles. Even if the mother tree is burnt in a forest fire, the saplings spring up from the roots.