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Trying and Failing

11 Oct

A few weeks back, I heard from Don Sipos, about a friend’s brain
cancer and started writing about it. Sean Connor, a Kelowna
photo-journalist had recently found that he has a cancer in his
brain. It’s a career-ending, life-threatening thing.

I posted on every social media site I knew of, and in a blog. I was
surprised when Facebook flagged it as newsworthy. I was also
pleased for the help they were giving me.

Don arranged a Art & Photography Auction to benefit Sean. I wrote
about it, publishing everywhere I could. On the day of the auction, I
helped deliver tents, chairs, a table and art to the venue.

It was a rotten day. It was cold and it rained. Almost twelve people
stood around talking and wishing for warmth and buyers. Four or five
people bought paintings and photographs. A few donated. At the end of
the day, cold and wet, we packed up and went home.

I have to ask myself ‘why would I do that’? I have no answer, but I had
to do it. I’d do it again. You don’t try – you do. I hope the next time I
do something like this that I have more people listening to me, that
more people will participate next time I run around, screaming for help.

The Kelowna Capital News will sell the remaining artworks at their
offices. If you live in Kelowna, drop in and have a look. You can help
Sean and get something nice for your wall. Or you can help by sending
money in care of Don. You can PayPal a donation to:

The auction could have been a lot better. But, who knows, I might get
over it.


Naked before God

7 Sep

Ke'e beach, Kauai, HI

Ke'e beach, Kauai, HI

When we look inside ourselves, as artists, we cannot see with our eyes or hear with our ears. It is dark and it is silent. Inside the dark and silence there are peaceful shadows and gentle echoes. We have to look and listen with greater sensitivity. Look, listen; there is something there, something beautiful. It is the source of our art. We do not see it clearly; we do not understand it; we do not own it. It belongs to god.

     What we can learn, if we pay sufficient attention, is about beauty. Inside us all, I believe, is the beautiful child that we were. It is the person we were when we were small and wonderful. The person that adults always wanted to pick up and hold on their laps. They smiled when we spoke, when we said beautiful, unexpected things.

     They loved the beauty that is so transparent in a young child and we basked in the glow of their love. We are still the same people, with a few more experiences, a series of shells, with a few more protective layers, a bit more time. That beauty, inside us, is ourselves, the artists that we are, the source of art.  And this is what will be left of us when we die. We need to find this thing inside ourselves and be this beautiful thing, every day, every moment.

Reaching out.

3 Sep

When we create art, it is an internal process. It is very hard to share the making of art, even when it is a collaboration. We can cooperate with others, but the creation is internal. So it is a lonely thing. And often people around us don’t get it, especially when they don’t make art.

The best way to share ideas and understand our creative selves is to reach out to other artists. You want to find people whose work you admire. Tell them. It doesn’t hurt. Don’t pretend to admire anything. Just say what you think.

If you like another artist for his or her thinking or personality, base any friendship on that. There is such a wide variety of tastes, someone will probably like what they are doing, even if it is only their mother.

Making art…

28 Aug

Bunches of Lilies

Lilies in springtime

Here is a stereotype I discovered. It is a stereotype because it is true for most artists. We started making art in the same way as everyone else. We don’t exactly remember this, because we were too small and it was so long ago we can’t quite remember.

One sunny day, you (and I) were playing outside. We saw a big bright flower in our mother’s garden and tore it off the bush or out of the ground. We marched it proudly and with love, into the house and presented it to her. She looked at us and saw a cute kid, who she loved, a beautiful flower and a couple of years of gardening destroyed. She cried, for all of those reasons.

We still make art for the same reasons we had for ripping up mom’s garden. We don’t destroy gardens any more, I hope. We don’t do it to make our mothers cry. With love and pride, we discover beauty and share it with those around us.

Art as an recession-proof investment.

28 Aug

Art as an recession-proof investment..