The Botanical Gardens of Montreal 2007
The Gathering
The Gathering (2008)
This purposely looks unfinished and child-like. I copied the idea off of one of my favorite plates. One that I often pull out of the hutch during the wintry wood stove season. It has that old European flare to it, that I am so much addictive. I have two plates actually, they are square shaped and have an English label on the back. The background appears as old wallpaper and the deer date back to something out of an ancient Children's literature book. The kind you find in old antique stores hanging together by threads and smelling of old wood. The greenery is faded and without detail as if it is unimportant. More so is the suggestion of conversation. The voice of the gecco in the Geico commercial comes to mind.."Hey you, how you've been? Long winter it was. "
The Man in The Garden
If I could put time in a bottle, it would be consumed with the hours I spent in this magical place. A place you wouldn't mind getting lost in conspiring one inspirational thought after another. A poetic wisdom is unraveled here and a story unfolds. It is a place that hides within itself and dares the viewer to discover it all. A place that even causes the wind to catch it's breath. It will take you back to your days of your childhood and capture your retrieve of discovery, every wish and every dream. You will see a thousand views without moving your head. A place that not only bottles time, but keeps the cork tight until the drink is at it's finest. I want to thank the owners of this private home in Hudson, Quebec for allowing our tour group to experience this pleasure.
Nature's Song
Nature's Song (2008)
An enchanting stroll conspired of lure and deception and yet so tranquil the moment it soothes the common ear. The lady is unable to look upon the pan of the gardens, however she attempts to gaze at him through her looking glass. Only the woodland creatures, those with their feet literally planted are able to gaze upon him as he melodically plays nature's song.
A Verse ~
That blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world
Is lightened
- William Wordsworth,
'Lines Writen a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey'
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