The Goldfinch Rests 2008

We all love the breaks in the spring rains,
Our umbrellas would all close in that riotous expected conclusion,
As the rays of warmth break through,
Only the kaleidoscope of the parkland sparkled once more,

The joy of a watercolour would resume now,
That oil medium earlier became 'The Goldfinches Rally',
Sated my spontaneity,
Water everywhere now but never a concern,
It always added to the work and gave meaning to the vision,

In the chaos of the deluge,
I would worry away; wondering if the beauty was lost,
In the mountain ash movement,
And under their leafy covers,
They would preen and dry off,
Those goldfinches would fly by once more,

Flashes of sunlight taken flight,
Probably they enjoyed their spring bathe,

Their so curious,
Aware,
But wild,

Eventually one would land close by again,
How lucky I thought I was,
They would think these hands would offer some treat,

The wild strawberries merely wetted their appetite,

But the insects caught in the breeze,
Sent that goldfinch off,
And the colony began to feast once more.

The Towering Pine Tree 2002

As I sat down for hours in the parklands of Cypress Bowl, I planned to leave that summer day with many works of art.
I usually bring with me in my bag alot of different art supplies. This is another small thumbnail in coloured pencils on some rough cardboard. One had to scrap away and struggle with the surface in order to leave an impression. The medium is soft and you would have to go over the areas quite often; so it took sometime to create.
I still enjoyed the charcoal, watercolour and oil compositions the most...there's fluidity.

Stirring Liquid Emotions 1998

All is stirring,
on this luscious morning,
The river with its liquid body,
rushes so elegantly,
Three young woman,
converse with emotions of sentiment,
Only the hips of the wild roses,
will form that base,
Later stirred with reverence,
among the other ingredience,
More motion,
pectin introduced to the sweet sugary fruit,
transforms the beautiful rosy jam,
into its familiar viscosity,
Water rolls in a boil,
the jars tumble deep down in that pot,
soon everything becomes processed,
and sealed,
only to be revealed,
And enjoyed later in that spread,
on the homemade bread.

That Camping Sojourn at Boundary Bay 1995

This series of the abandoned car at the forest of Boundary Bay is completed now. I'm sure I have other pencil and ink sketches done during that summer of '95.
My family and I set up our tents nearby the vehicle which had broken down probably around forty years earlier. Eventually that would become one of my favourite subject matters.
This oil on panel is more detailed then the other compositions. The forest, sky, mudflats, sea, all the animal and insects, and even the lovely cloud formations were painted too.

The Serene Bank 2000

As to persuade the other lifes from this vehicle,
One would love to search this river of mixed consequences,

Journeying towards the landing,
Far out on those familar waters,
Becomes always an adventure with the same result,

Serenity,

Even the blue heron which seem so peaceful too,
Sees below those sparkling molecules,
And when their spring is released the morsel is enjoyed,

Sometimes when I See and Feel,

Revealing that certain tranquility,

What's beneath all that wonderful sparkle?,

A kingfisher up in that mountain ash would wonder too,
All drama and sometimes a missed opportunity,

The wading marine animals prod and venture along in search for a meal,
Many meaningful splashes from the salmon,
My eyes dart towards those shining indications,
Sometimes a waving tail fin in conclusion,

And a hand wave back in play,

It's been a long beautiful day,

Travellers away for many years,
They'll arrive soon in the waterways of their youth,

Work and days over; as the tide hurries me back up the serene bank.