As promised, a number of new paintings have finally left the studio and were copied for publication here. They are listed below, with a brief comment for each. In addition, they are also ready for viewing in the 'new work' gallery.
Eden Mills, my home, is a great place to discover bits of the past scattered around the village. One property includes a little stone cottage that has an intact stone fence running along the roadside. At the eastern edge of the fence, stands this lonely, half hidden post. It is anybody's guess how long it will remain there, with major faults along the base, it is already listing over like a certain tower in Italy!
At the other end of the stone fence featured in the above work, stands this gate and post and beside that, driveway to a handsome stone garage building. The bicycle seen here has already appeared in an earlier painting of mine, 'The Visit'.
When putting together the elements for this piece, I was repeatedly struck by the notion I was viewing a scene somewhere over on the continent, such as a village in France. The idea stayed with me and after hearing similar comments from others, I decided on the slightly cheeky title for this painting.
Along many of our country roads, trees of a certain age can be seen, often in less than pristine health. Many are maples, which were never meant to be planted in row form along the edge of open fields. Nonetheless, this remaining hollowed trunk offers an intriguing form of majesty and robustness as well as a perch for a little bird house.
Along the Road to Blue
As one who frequently travels throughout the countryside of southern Ontario, there is great variety in the quality of the scenery along the way. Rolling lush valleys and charming farm country are surely beautiful to behold, but between these memorable locations resides another compelling, if less appreciated landscape. It is in one of those regions, that I came upon the stark winter scene depicted here. My favorite paintings are the ones where a strong emotion is communicated and I can't look upon this piece without feeling lonely and even a bit chilled.
I find a simple, building, like the this one, unadorned by bits of added trim, or other false facade, offers a sense of purpose and honesty that is truly admirable. Even in its heyday, I suspect this establishment did not look appreciably different from its current state, depicted here. At the doorway, I added my dog Brownie, and the title is a little joke at her expense; not that she would mind, she's a very good natured dog.