Getting it all together.....Read Now
Oh the fun part, sorting, printing, and packaging! Getting all of my work ready for the Christmas Bazaar which starts tomorrow and continues over the lengthof the weekend.
I am soo excited to see all the amazing work as people come from all over the north to show and sell their amazing arts and crafts.
Last year was my first time attending the Inuvik Xmas fair and I was, simply put, completely blown away!
Acrylic on paper, 5" x7"
Freezing air snaps at the Mackenzie River surface
Dragging frosty jagged nails across slight waves
Bringing temperatures down
Sucking in rising water vapours
Breathing it back as ice
So Begins The IceRead Now
A chill morning of hot chocolate and ice whispers. It is the time for Jack Frost to skim his freezing fingers across the top of the water, circling them along the edges of puddles and pools to give strength to his creations. Almost transparent feathers on this surface, daggers and diamonds on the next.
Every morning is a new display; for some a beauty to behold. While for others a new crust to be jumped on and crunched under rubber boots.
First in my ice formation series, playing with layers of blues. Water transforming to ice and the colour shift which follows.
Acrylic on paper 5" x 7"
Last days of a Northern AutumnRead Now
September in Inuvik is a rather quick succession of the finality of summer, with Autumn just barely allowed to dig her brightly coloured nails in before Jack Frost and his hounds of the blowing snowy whirlwinds descend. I have attempted to enjoy every moment of this quick northern Autumn and her stunning colours have had to offer. I took some time off painting to go cranberry picking and enjoy being immersed in the luminosity of our rather hasty Fall season.
I find that the brilliance of Autumns' cloak of vividness really inspire a lot of my current work. I adore colour and enjoy using bright colours that you almost cannot imagine in nature, but there they are! Colours which become even more vibrant when they are peeking through a light dusting of snow; or just a couple of red hued wild rose leaves reluctantly hang tight to their branch amid a chorus of twigs and branches now turned dismal shades of brown and grey.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.