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I loved this story, thanks for sharing it. I have looked at some of the lakes in Algonquin Park and thought of the group of seven paintings I grew up studying in school but I have never had the chance to paint there. You have given me a new challenge. Thanks for sharing….an easel weasel from prince rupert
Among the black Pines and the White pines around Lake of the Woods, you see the occasional areas of oak. These Oak trees indicate the former presence of Native Indians who collected acorns and stored them for food in the winter.
There are times when I deeply envy those painters whose work is grounded in physical landscape, especially when they can really tread in the footsteps of the great painters who went before them. What an incredible feeling of connection across time and space.
Our company does consulting and service in the computer / network fields. A client of ours had moved their business to their home somewhat west of Calgary. I hadnt been to their home on a service call until just recently. I walked into the main foyer and saw paintings large and small covering the walls.. My heart leaped into the clouds. Several large canvasses by Walter J, a few by Group of Seven artists and an oil sketch on paper by Emily Carr. Going downstairs to the their offices took us through another large sitting room overlooking the backyard. Filled, along the back wall were Walter J. block prints, one of them, if memory serves me (which it doesnt very often) was Sunset, Lake of the Woods. I was thrilled to know one of our clients had such an impressive collection of art and Canadian history.
Great letter! I love the “game” that Robert plays… about holding a painting up to various rock formations or landmarks and doing a little research to find the place where an admired artist once painted… now that I’ve done it, I’m a little hooked… ! It’s a great way to break out of the norm of painting and connect, in a way, with “elders” who’ve gone before.
Today is my birthday and I awoke to read about your island “desk” and the connection between me and all artists. I should say the connection was more felt than read about. What a great birthday gift! It’s as if some surprise and honored guests have joined my party and this delights me no end. Thank you for the up-lifting post – and for all your posts. Loved the photos too.
It is very interesting to learn about the “island desk” where famous painters have found a special place to draw inspiration. It sounds very mystical as if their spirits are still there lending more inspiration to others, each vision different from one to the other. It sounds like an idyllic place; perhaps a “Camelot ” where dreams are made. A painter’s dream that somehow that a painting from this place will generate a master piece for all the world to see. A magical place that only a true visionary can see! I wonder if would I ever find a place like that? We hope that places like that will retain their original beauty where other aspiring artists can be inspired to paint that masterpiece they are hoping for. Thanks for the letter.
Thank you for your wonderful letters. They inspire and prod and poke me. I am just returning to watercolor after a four year hiatus. It’s a magnificent struggle. Your writings not only encourage me, they sometimes bring tears to my eyes, like an arrow to the heart. I do indeed have much to be grateful for and your generosity is among the best of those things.
Hey good places to work from are great – Disneyland/Kodak used (still does?) to mark places to shoot pictures from. It is what you do with the inspiration that counts. That said part of the fun is often finding the new great places.
I’m grateful to be a member of the ‘hood. It makes me feel I belong.
Regarding Walter J. Phillips, when I worked for the Alpine Club of Canada as a volunteer to repair the huts along Banff trails, I found time for the Banff Centre and anywhere Art was found. I felt I had discovered him, because no one ever told me and others in Canada about this artist. Today Nancy Townshend (Calgary) is writing an illustrated book about the Canadian Rockies from the perspective of Canadian artists. Phillips is a favourite of hers. Imagine .. she figured out that this subject is novel and an untouched niche.
When we work on the location of another, perhaps deceased artist, we are honoring that artist in a way that a church service or memorial could not. We continue the continuum and proclaim once more the truth that “life is short but art is long.”
Thanks for your insightful comments that you share with your painting brothers and sisters. Yes, creativity is a life journey that we do with all fellow creators. Dead or alive is besides the point, since arts are eternal. Fauvism (or any other artistic expression for that matter)is as alive and lives in present tense as or post-modern creations that we engage in. The creative process is the same regardless of classification to good, bad, ugly and by skinny dipping the soul in the same creative waters we join the hood. It is a romantic notion, but brothers and sisters even congregate post mortem! Yes colonies of creative thinkers await our souls, but let’s not rush there yet. They can wait a bit, and we got some more paintings to do. The canvas is up the brush is ready. Go. Those delicious paint tubes want to be squeezed and come to life in the image. With much brotherly love to you and dear Sara.
By announcing that she has put her initialed paintbrush under the Phillips can, Melissa has invited treasure hunters to go find that island up there on the lake that straddles US and Canada–who knows, she may start an international stampede and more willows will be trampled.
Now I get it, we are taking part in something much greater than just painting pictures–we are on a time line continuum that started in the prehistoric caves in France and will not end until we hang a show on Jupiter or some art-starved planet beyond the Milky Way.
Several years ago I was on a beach in Costa Rica and I went to the area behind where there was shade from some palm trees, I sat down in some grass and noticed, on the tree trunk beside me, a variety of very dried oil colors spread around here and there about three feet up the trunk. It was a good range of tones, with a few mixed colors that matched the color of the sand and the sea. Someone like me had been here before. The thought of this gave me a spooky feeling and made me feel a bit guilty that I was totally in vacation mode.
I love all you letter Robert. and this one was more interesting than some. Just to keep history straight, the French Revolution is seen to be 1789 – 1799. Napoleon was exciled 1814 – 1821.
What Napoleon has to do with this is beyond me. Unless he wanted to refight Charlemane’s battles and shoot his gun from the same spots.
It’s just a bit of sentiment, and sentiment is a great human quality that makes us more human. I say why not paint again in the paths of greatness. It’s not like it’s the only thing we do.
Walter J. Phillips lived and worked in Winnipeg, Canada for 28 years. He painted the city landmarks and the beautiful lakes of Manitoba, where his children spent their summers. His work is well-represented in a special section of the Pavilion Gallery in historic Assiniboine Park.
I truly feel that there are sacred places on this planet where men have celebrated and connected with some kind of spirit. I felt it at the top of Ayers Rock years ago when it was O.K. to climb. I felt it in Madurai, India and also on the Ganges at Varanasi. Visiting a small fishing village in Cornwall,Newlyn, I was surprised to see a small bronze plaque set into a street corner – it depicted (in 3D), a pallette, brushes and even a couple of squeezed out tubes of paint – all in bronze – commemorating an artists’ colony in the early 19th century (who knew?). The museum in Penzance exhibited many of the paintings done there. Other places in the world have inspired cathedrals, temples, works of music, ballet, performance art, poetry and paintings. Many have some distinctive geologic formation, or are at the confluence of two or three rivers. At all these places I have felt a sort of vibration coming up from the earth, (which may be why one must remove ones shoes in temples in India) and I believe these nodes are like the “songlines” of fellow traveller Bruce Chatwin. There is a familiarity to them, a bit like facing the island with its corresponding “desk”- all of WJP’s work captures that feeling of spiritual magic. May we all celebrate this earth and our own creativity!
The art galleries of the world are filled with members of the ‘hood who have passed on and left their art.
This was a really nice post….thumbs up….
What a great story you told about “The Tale of the Island Desk”. Such an exciting find! It brought back many wonderful memories of my time in Canada. Although I live and pursue art in Southern California now, I had an exciting two year adventure in 1961 when I was 23 years old! I had read many books about the North Woods and wanted to experience it first hand. So, I immigrated to Canada with all my worldly goods packed into a 1949 “woody” station wagon, having landed a job as assistant manager at the Red Indian Lodge in Sioux Narrows, Ontario…right on the shores of Lake of the Woods! What an incredibly beautiful place: the crystal clear waters, gorgeous pines, aspens and birches, the hundreds of mysterious islands!! Though my work schedule was busy with long hours, I managed to get out, do some canoeing and make pencil sketches of the surrounding scenes. What a spiritual feeling it was to sit on the misty shore in very early morning. Back Door Bay and Whitefish Bay were my favorite spots . It was so peaceful being entirely wrapped in the arms of nature. I only wish that I had more time to get out and explore and sketch! But exploring came later when I traveled east and ended up in Dryden, Ontario, eventually working at the paper mill. There, I had many adventures of hiking, canoeing, camping and photographing. With more time, I was able to become more involved with pencil sketching that went along with my journal. My favorite, out of the way places were the Kawashegamuk River and Lake Minnehaha off the south end of Staniwan Bay of Lake Dinorwic. These are wonderful, pristine places where one can just let go, getting fully absorbed with nature and art! The print you showed, “Sunset, Lake of the Woods” by Walter J. Philips brought back the memories I have of Lake of the Woods. I connected with a website devoted to his work. It makes me want to get involved again with printmaking and do another wood block or linoleum block print.
That island looks a lot like one I painted which is east of Ellsworth, Maine along the coast, but I did not have nearly as comfortable a painting spot. I also read your letter, “Mystery of Art” aloud to my husband as we set out to find a good painting spot in Iowa’s Loess Hills. Your words are inspirational — thank you.
Upper back pasture acrylic painting, 30 x 36 inches Charles Spratt, Ottawa, ON, Canada |
Wow…the universal appeal of pine trees and lakes!