Browsing: Letters
Dear Artist, There are times in the days of artists when we rise to our easels or workstations with a sense of heightened sensitivity. Why? — It’s a bit of a mystery. It seems to me there’s a sort of…
Dear Artist, At no time in our progress do we stop wondering what the secret is. Sometimes I think just knowing that there’s more than one way to paint a tree is the main part of it. It’s the idea…
Dear Artist, It’s over. Running the boat up onto the waiting trailer — it’s as over as it’s going to get. I’ve always noticed a sense of finality when a boat’s no longer wet. It hasn’t been your average painting…
Dear Artist, Here in the Mackenzie Delta the wildlife enriches — Arctic terns, Loons, Scoters, Trumpeter swans. The tree-line ends and the tundra begins. At a deserted place called Reindeer Station where the reindeer experiment flourished in the early part…