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Letters
0 Morphic Fields

Dear Artist, There was an immense amount of interest in the subject of morphic fields arising from the last letter. This little understood phenomenon suggests a Jungian collective consciousness — I have often wondered about the presence of this condition…

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0 Studio Companion

Dear Artist, I know there is a possibility that I will be accused of certified lunacy, but I need to state the following: I think animals, particularly dogs and cats, are a type of angel that has been sent from…

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0 Sleep Deprivation

Dear Artist, All kinds of sleep disorders are now being identified by experts. “Nocturnal eating syndrome,” for example, is one that silently and stealthily robs the fridge. As well as insomnia there’s apnea, narcolepsy, paralysis, bruxism: the list goes on.…

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0 Sorting Out

Dear Artist, When travelling, I’ve found it’s a good idea to call them “material” so as not to confuse them with finished paintings. At home, they’re laid out like so many fish on a dock. Some are even a bit…

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0 Going Home

Dear Artist, Our time on the river is now up but we have not yet come to the end of the river. We make the decision to store the boat in Norman Wells for the winter with the idea that…

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0 Purity

Dear Artist, Allen Sapp, one of Canada’s most collected aboriginal painters, was given encouragement and support in his youth by a young doctor who believed in him. He was supplied with burnt sienna, ultramarine blue, yellow ochre, black and white.…

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0 Holiday

Dear Artist, Did you ever have a feeling that today was an “extra day,” one that you could pretty well lay back in, and do what you felt like? Today’s one of those. We’re hanging at anchor in a sunny…

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0 Fellow Travellers

Dear Artist, Two kayakers take particular interest in the operation of the floating easel. Brothers Karl and Guenter Schuerer have been on the Mackenzie and it’s tributaries for three months. Grey-bearded and bronzed, these are seasoned river-men who have shaken…

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0 Drifting

Dear Artist, A respite from the wind came at four in the afternoon and we are finally free and on our way again. We have moved forward in the long twilight under a dramatic sky. Tributary river-mouths invite exploration, a…

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0 Stuck

Dear Artist, We’re stranded. I’ve underestimated the difficulties of this river. We are at 63 58 37n, 124 22 07w known only to the neutral eyes of six GPS satellites. The wind has shifted and blows directly in our faces…

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