Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Autumn Here and Gone

Photo of the future Lake Simcoe Conservation Lands, Coultice Property
The peak season of autumn, is always tinged with anxiety. The colours bloom and fade and fall so fast, I am in a perpetual state of hurry. 
This year, I had second reason to hurry. Coultice Park, discovered, but not yet here.  Everything is still in flux, I still don’t know where and when I’m trespassing, and what the final boundaries will be.  The newest map I could unearth was dated 2012, which showed some clear boundaries between public and private lands, township park land (community park to be) and future conservation land (the part I am excited about and photographing), so it all feels ephemeral and too good to be true. For all I know, those maps were re-written and I never got the memo.
So I walked there often these past days, anxious to make the most of opportunity before all is whisked away, because if it seems to be too good to be true, I get suspicious. 
As for the fall colours, wind and rain has already begun to strip the world of colour.
But hopefully by next autumn, this will all still be here, protected, and walkable by me, and others who care for the living world around them.  Here’s to hoping it what feels like a passing dream will become a fantastic reality.
And an impression of the forest edge from my sketchbook. Fun getting in those autumn colours with black and white only.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Life’s a Beach, Lake Superior Provincial Park

Compare and contrast, this sunset brings rain. Lake Superior almost always announces storms in advance going from stillness to booming surf within half an hour. 
The stars will shine tonight, and the waves will slosh slow and sinuous.
Lake Superior, in a rare moment of glassy mirror stillness. Frost will come.
From the sketchbook, pen and ink, 1/4 sheet A4 paper, this one done on the evening pictured above, and we did have frost in the morning.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Life Drawing Tuesday: and beyond

Both of these oil pastels were created ‘in studio’.  We had a one hour pose; I have a ridiculously short attention span and a fear of wrecking expensive paper (should be a named phobia for that), so instead, I did quick sketches of the same pose over and over again. Some of them were atrocious (and funny, but now recycled), and one of them, just when it was time to finish up, worked out. It was all done in blue coloured pencil, but I really liked the line, so I decided to re-do it at home in pastel on some 'good’ paper.  Because I liked the freshness of the line drawing, I decided to do an exact transfer (using tracing paper and stylus), and go from there.  For the one below, the entire sheet of paper is coated in white pastel, with other colours and graphite in the mix. White pastel has some interesting and surprising qualities. One of my favourites is the way it grabs and highlights pigments from coloured pencil and graphite.
8x10 Canson Mi-tientes, Oil Pastel, Coloured Pencil and Graphite, Figure Drawing, Female Nude, Available on Etsy
And to compare, contrast, and experiment, I transferred the same drawing to my brown stonehenge paper, and did this one in oil pastel.
9x12 Stonehenge Paper, Oil Pastel & Coloured Pencil, Figure Drawing, Female Nude, Available on Etsy
Sometimes I think Life Drawing is just a very good excuse to get lost in a world of line and colour.
Some close-ups,
I LOVE close-ups, you can see the grain of the paper:

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Sock Selfie’s on Rhyolite Cove, Lake Superior Provincial Park

Welcome to Rhyolite Cove; if you don’t have a back-pack, you can get there after scrabbling across rocks for 2 1/2 hours, and then you get to do it all over again, because you don’t have a back-pack. It’s part of the Lake Superior Provincial Park Coastal hiking trail. I hate backpacks, but love hiking, so instead, we do some very long day-hikes to push in as far as we can go.  We bring lunch, camera, and this time I brought along my crocheted Hot Rocks Socks, which I improvised from the toe-up. The plan was to make socks that looked like rhyolite (the red rock you see here) and I think I succeeded.
A still wave fed pool carved out of the rhyolite.
By the time we get there, we need a long lunch, plus, the wave-action on the rocks is absolutely fascinating.
Pretty typical trail section on the way to, or from Rhyolite Cove.
Getting into Fatman’s Dike. This one is just off the trail, and it’s not marked by a look-out post.  It is on one of my maps, just north of a raised cobble beach, curiosity will get you there, otherwise, you’ll walk on by.
The view from within Fatman’s Dike, where we enjoy ‘second lunch’.
And the rest of the trail is pretty spectacular too. I never get bored of watching waves crashing on rocks.
So when I’m not making art, I’m making socks
and watching waves crashing on rocks,
and then I bore you with multiple photographs of doing both at once….
forgive me…

Friday, October 17, 2014

Atlas and the Navigator, Mixed Media Gelatin Prints

Mixed-Media Gelatin Print using linocuts & Watercolour Pencil, 5.5 x 7 inch (13.5x13 cm). The Navigator.
Mixed-Media Gelatin Print using linocuts & Watercolour Pencil, 5.5 x 7 inch (13.5x13 cm). Atlas.
Just finished, finally!!! I’m not at all sure how long I’ve been hanging on to these two miniatures.  It was a long time ago that I pulled these off the gelatin plate. They intrigued me, but needed more and I didn’t know how to proceed, so I left them in my stash.  Line drawing with Inktense Watercolor Pencils added detail and imagery to draw the eye into the abstractions beneath. 
So I’m not all sure how long these were incubating, but I am happy to declare these finished.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Life Drawing Tuesday

Available on Etsy
9x12 on Stonehenge Paper. I love Stonehenge, and this colour (I forget the colour name). This time my silver prisma-color pencil called my name.  I love the silver on this, and it changes with the light, which is fun. It began as a light sketch in silver, and then I put in the heavy lines, because that’s the fun part, I love inscribing the paper with heavilly applied silvery wax pencil. It is a sensual experience all on it’s own.  Then I use a black ink brush pen to bring out the silver; without  the black, the silver is too vague, and almost invisible in some light as a distance. The scanner picked it up perfectly.
With this drawing, I am glad I did not fuss too much about proportion. While I worked on it, I knew that things were ‘off’, but there is so much more expression there, than if I had worked at accuracy. 
Here’s a few more life drawings from the same night.
A4 Paper, coloured pencil, Life Drawing, Figure Drawing, Female Nude
A4 Paper, Inktense Water-soluble Pencil, Life Drawing, Figure Drawing, Female Nude
A quick portrait in coloured pencil
She is such an awesome model, I love drawing her. Her poses are always expressive and inspiring.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Martin, Mink & Other Wildlife, Lake Superior Provincial Park

Sketchbook, September 2014, technical pen on 1/4 sheet of A4 paper. Martin, Lake Superior Provincial Park
Me, Sunbathing on the Beach, Lake Superior Provincial Park
Okay, so taking holiday’s in September, and heading North to do so, may not be a great recipe if you want a bikini tan, but I’m well beyond bikini age anyway, so I’ll opt for the Up North tan, which is basically a sunburn on the tip of the nose and rosy cheeks.  This is one of the sunnier days, and I’m really enjoying soaking up those rays.  And while I was engaged in such traditional beach behaviours as crocheting, & reading a martin humped his way across the beach. Martin’s, for those of you who don’t already know, are one of the larger members of the weasel family, and this is the first and only time I’ve seen one.  I’m not sure if the martin saw me, and ignored my slumbering form as mostly harmless (okay, so my eyes were fluttering shut at the time), or if it misinterpreted the inert bundle of fabric that was me as being inanimate, but it was running humpety humpety in typical weasel fashion right for me. Until the husband appeared from camp to announce supper (a girl can’t have everything at least not all at the same time).
*Note: so I looked up Martin in Wikipedia to hand you a link, and whoopsie, maybe it was a fisher.  While the sketch is from memory, I had not looked up the species on line, or in a field guide to ‘get things right’ so it the most accurate recording of what I saw, and after looking it, up, it was probably a Fisher (wikipedia link), which is also a really super cool member of the weasel family.
I also got two very good views of ravens on the Pancake Bay Beach, and here. In both instances, I was swimming quietly along shore, so again, I probably looked fairly harmless, and probably non-human.
Not sure who’s paw created this.  Hikers sometimes have dogs, some of them very large dogs, so perhaps it was canis domesticus, but I wonder.
And here is the Pancake Bay Seagull. We camped there on the first and last nights of our holidays. It’s a car camping beach campground. For the evenings, no matter where we are, we humans, migrate to the beach to recline and watch the Big Show, which is whatever passes for sundown, even if it’s a grey haze.  At Pancake Bay, we were joined by this solitary seagull (I’m pretty sure it was the same one both times). It joined us as we arrived, and remained for the duration. It may have been looking for food, but since we weren’t sharing any (I had a pop-tart, my camp desert of practicality) and otherwise were not eating, it seems like an oddly unproductive behaviour for a wild creature.  While we watched the waves, sun, and fish jumping, seagull just stood about, and occasionally caught bugs (yum).  When I walked away, he/she followed me up the path a bit. I’m wondering if was a hand-raised bird missing the company of his youth. A theory that matched the behaviour much better than simple begging—or, this bird really grokked my guitar playing….. (one can dream)
And on the Sand River Trail (Pinguisibe—gosh, I can actually spell that without looking it up) we saw a mink. Sorry, not in the picture…
Beyond that, the usual assortment of wild things, like hungry hordes of black flies and mosquitoes who thought all that cool weather was a second springtime.


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