You never know what you’re going to find if you go out your front door. Just outside was an Amazon package. I checked the address to make sure it had been delivered to the right place. It had. It’s the day before my birthday. What the heck was this? Opening it up revealed a lot […]
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I fancy that Mister Boggedy looks sad on the heater alone, since his sister passed away. He’s not on great terms with Nora the little black and white cat, but both of them seem to treat me as a large, incredibly ugly and inept mother cat.
My nice neighbour Sylvie is trying to coax a little declawed cat out from under a front porch around the corner. Unfortunately, she’s doing this by rapping with spoon on a closed can of cat food. I think she’d do better with opening the can, leaving it a little distance away from the gap under […]
I have a middle-aged neighbor named Michel, who lives across the way here on rue de Rouen. Yesterday afternoon, when I was lugging my bike down my front stairs, he beckoned to me, and crossed the street, wanting to talk. I was headed off to Expozine, the November book, comics and alternative art fair. But […]
Coming back from Expozine, the November book and alternative art fair, I thought I’d take a detour and visit Leonard Cohen’s house at the corner of Boulevard Saint Laurent and rue Marie Anne in Montreal. My friend used to have an apartment around the corner, so I knew this place well. Never saw Mr. Cohen, […]
A quick study of the corner across from my house in Montreal, Canada.
Kids in the schoolyard facing my balcony are playing in the leaves. I couldn’t resist sketching them. They move too fast, so this is mainly imagination, but I hope I’ve captured a hint of the colours and fun.
Should have noted where this was. I think it’s rue Fullum below Ontario. In Montreal, for you strangers.
Found this sheet of sort of cardboard-y paper in my files. After my recent 1941 Whatman experience, I wondered whether this was one of my better types of paper (it was stored away, and did have “deckled” (ie. neatly torn) edges). It might have been Arches Cold Rolled, or some such thing. So I stretched […]
This is a recent painting I did on the Whatman paper. Even though I work hard on adding light, I fancy that it’s somehow brighter, almost sparkly. Here’s the paper stretched and ready to go: Here’s a closeup of the grain. It’s pretty rough, Hot-rolled, as they say (I think). Maybe I’m the only one […]
In the last post I was writing about painting on simple typing paper, and the (futile) effort of stretching it. Well, today I was stretching some old paper I had inherited from my late Mom’s stash of art materials, which I had taken with me to Montreal back in 1987 from our family home in Calgary. […]
I’ve made up a promotional postcard to advertise my skills. It’s going up on walls and into mailboxes in the real world, because I’m thinking people like to hold something in their hands. It’s also something cute to hand out after a face to face meeting. Remember those? My “adobe illustrator” skills were a little […]
Morning sketches, to clear my head, and chase away the nightly terrors. I’m on my front balcony, the sun just peeping over the buildings and trees. These are just things I’ve done yesterday and today. The usual things I’ve seen, either real or on TV, and faces, of course. Out of my head, and from […]
Today, a park in Montreal got a bench in it dedicated to the Great Antonio. He’s a former Montreal strongman you can read about here. Meanwhile, here are some items from my flickr feed to do with him. A drawing I did of him, the way he looked sitting in the Metro in the 1980s-2000s […]