Topic: How it started
I started painting again, this time with acrylics. It is a sad state of affairs when my middle-aged self made the long planned for move down to English Bay from Marpole(southern Vancouver known as an Indian midden); finding that within a week, my storage locker would be broken into and all my oil paints and paintings stolen. I am still waiting to see if they turn up someday at one of the weekend yard sales. Anyways, that was when I had a change of heart. I was trained in oils ( oh how I love the smell of linseed and turps)but with a new BF who has asthma and limited ventilation, the choice just seamed natural to go to the next best thing- acrylics. After all, technology has come a long way in the inorganic pigment department and some of my cherished oil colours are now available in acrylics!
I fumbled around for a year or so, feeling my way through those acrylic viscosity and drying times so different from oils; by trial and error I came to an understanding with acrylic paint on canvas.About the same time I painted "Bluebells", some flowers that grew in the alley between pavement and concrete wall.
Something about those little blue blooms, so beautiful in their own right, magnified against the stark grays of pavement and wall- a contrast between what is man-made and what is by the hand of God. How much more impressed I am by the simply complex beauty of a flower. Because of this opening up of my senses I have decided to pursued the path of the bloom. It was the beginning of my love with things that bloom - Flowers- all sorts, shapes, colours, sizes.
So please, view and enjoy 2005's work with an eye to the future in this spark from the garden.