Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Creative Opinions Wanted

My third online exhibition is fast approaching ((October 16 is the online opening)) So I am in the process of planning the web pages and perfecting the colour matching on images. I want to give you the best possible experience online and come as close as possible to a real-life opening as we can get while at the same time being in the comfort of our own homes/Wi-Fi place.


I need your help.

  • What would you like to see?
  • How would you like the art to be displayed?
  • What would you like the experience to be?
  • What are your pet peeves that I should avoid?
  • I am planning on doing live chat to answer your questions or discuss some of the works. What else can I do to make this a live experience?

All comments are welcome here or on Facebook. Let’s blur the line between live and web. We can do it!

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Reflecting on Dead Computers

Last month we bid one of our computers at home good bye. Actually it is still sitting there. We haven’t yet figure out what to do with its body, but it is dead.

Today while driving home, I was listening to TED Talks, two in particular (see below) and it really got me thinking about our dead friend.

If you care to join me on this mind trip, please listen to these brief talks and read below after:

So after listening to these two great minds my humble one went wondering back to our computer. Was it alive? Is it dead? Did it LIVE? I am not a scientist and can’t delve into the areas that these two fine brains mastered, but on a more philosophical level, If the experience of life is a series of memories and experiences that we go through and share, what is it that lived in that box? If the existence of something can be defined by its opposite – light is defined by darkness, life by death – what do we say when something stops functioning? Something that has memory something that shared your thoughts, your exploration your pictures and your family? That witnessed your children grow and kept memories of them deep in its heart? This thing that remembered what you did yesterday and asked you if you wanted to go there again, or saved and sometime – all too humanly – lost some of your memories? If life is defined by needs or growth, what do we call this thing that told you when it was low on juice or daily asked you to update its programs and vulnerably asked you to please check if it is sick or has a virus?

When the young technician – like the young Doctor – says the hard drive is fried and that the “motherboard” is dead. That you can revive but the quality of its life will not be the same. You unplug it and the electrical impulses that made it think are silent. Will we not be there as well some day? When you take it home and place it in the corner not yet ready to say good bye to it but knowing that it will never again share your moments the way it did. Was it alive? If not, why not?

Saturday, September 03, 2011

Studio Idea

I have been painting up a storm in the past few weeks, but I have decided to keep most of the works away from the public view so that you can enjoy them all in my online exhibition in October.

So this blog has been silent for a while, and I thought I would share an idea that has made a lot of difference for me in my studio.

You see, my studio is tiny. A little corner room in the basement. Lighting is an issue especially since I am accustomed to working under outdoor light, but what is really important to me is to see my work  6-8 feet from the surface. 20110903_1946That is how the work will be viewed on a wall so I must be able to see it from that distance while painting.

What I have done is to set up two mirrors one to the side of my home-made easel and one in the back about 5 feet away. I angled the mirrors so that when I am painting, I can look to the side of the easel and see the work without having to step away. I have even gotten into the habit of painting while looking in the mirror.

The photograph shows the image in the mirror much smaller that it really is when painting. Oh, and I am sorry about the mess Surprised smile