Giant Cedars of Cathedral Grove 1994

I am drawn to your sweet scent,
Collapsing to your foot in one of Gods many earthly creations,
All these many towering altars encouraged me to pray,

We all worshipped in the ways we were taught by the wise,
All this wonderful Still Life,
We the Good still obey,

But the bad I see them hiding behind those other trunks,
They'll never be saved if they even believe,

We chose a different path as to avoid their frightening glances,

What is this feeling that captivates my curiosity?,

I believe it was on that wet day,

Knowledge,

And upon leaving this living sanctuary,
I ventured back to the world of toil and living.

Boundary Bay Cannery 1989

Just last week I walked by that walking trail in Surrey. Where the slough meets the estuary and the low tide reveals the mudflats. The presence of that beautiful Cannery can still be felt there. What a shame they had demolished such an interesting historical landmark.

This sensitive watercolour which I painted at the side of the trail years ago. Still captured the uniqueness of the wooden structure, and the many storms which it had too endure. At least the elements spared the Cannery and left it with dignity.

Those corrupt politicians never understood its meaning and certain greedy people wanted an unobstructed view.


Of...



Nothingness.

Tweedsmuir Park of 1988 meets Digital Art

On some of the compositions which appear quite sketchy, I've decided to enhance the image by using digital art. For example in this Tweedsmuir Park painting in late summer; the sky looked too sepia so I felt the aquamarine would make the image stand out more. I personally don't find the paint program of a computer exciting, but in time I'm getting used to that technology. A brush still dipped in pigment and applied by the artist is so much more beautiful, with the lavished brush strokes visible. It just has that human touch which is so unique, and thus the painting has Soul.

The Black-Eyed Susan Wild Daisies 1993

You're so wild,

The heat haze of this marshland will motion your heads to nod,

Reddish-orange and yellow-orangey colours are so beautiful,

An announcement once more that summer is at its height,

These daisies of the sun were collected with such joy,

Then soon after in the studio painted with respect,

It seems to me they'll always be drenched with sunlight,

As the petals almost worship and appear like many brilliant Suns.

One Dreams in the Skeena River Valley 1990

You may not really have existed in the realm of that day,
But I created my own reality,
The forced blossoms of those wildflowers shimmered in that warm spring breeze,

Oh, you Skeena,
Your waters travel and flow eventually emerging once more into Hecate Strait,

My journey there that spring so long ago,
An uneventful and dear fond memories of recollection,

Those smooth roads and bridges of freedom,
Would praise each visitor,
You have held onto your wildness and silent talk,
And one has heard the ancient breath sigh,

Many more passages to discover,

For the vision of the Artist in us all to reveal,

I would leave with this painting wet and sticking with insects and floating seeds,
Giving the tooth of the canvas more substance,
And reveling always in that journey of exploration,
Rather than the arrival; has always intrigued my thoughts.