LADY IN THE KNOT
I was brought up to be strong. With 3 sisters and a brother, I am the so-called Baby of the family. My only memory of living on Gower street was the house itself and the hidden cubbies in the upper bedrooms, great for hide and seek. the first major change was we were going to move. I was 5 and this was a monumental time in a 5-year olds' mind. We were moving to a state-of-the art house in the inkerman area. My father worked as a salesman, originally at Holman's, a local department store in charlottetown and then with the heinz company for most of his working life. My father was well liked. his laughter was quick, especially when watching archie bunker and the Flintstones, television shows both misogynistic in nature. I traveled with my father on a few of his sales trips around the island. One could take a lesson from him in regards to "true passion". he was obsessed with wildlife and the environment. I remember going to pick up goslings to be housed in our furnace room until such time as they could be moved to "The pond", a pet name for the property. mother was not so pleased with this setup. The furnace room was always cluttered with new pups or new baby chicks. We grew up with my father breeding labs and German short haired pointers Perhaps that came from his father who had served in the war and then became a game warden. my father had a passion for land and in particular a 4 square mile parcel of woodland and wetlands that he protected this like a mother bear. My mother was pioneer woman, blazing a trail of feminism, working in what were predominately male-held jobs, editor of the guardian, president of the downtown businessman's association and real estate. Charlottetown was not a city but a town , very rural-like, where everybody knew your family name and business for that matter. My only brother John was spoiled, Perhaps because he was the only boy . The perception of we girls was that he got away with bloody murder. We cooked, cleaned, mowed the grass and had to bake something every Saturday or not be permitted to go to the sock-hop, a weekly Saturday afternoon gathering of the teens at the bowling alley called the Roll-o-way to listen to music and dance. This was the whole upper floor of the bowling alley complete with a disco ball
Lady and the Tub - There is nothing more relaxing at the end of the day than to bathe in an old cast iron tub. The cast iron heats up with the hot water so retains its' warmth like a cocoon and melts away the stress of life. In the renovations at Banook Lake, hooking up the cast iron tub in my bedroom was one of the best decisions. The large window overlooked the lake and every evening after working on renovating the house, I would step into this glorious tub and have the best nights' sleep. I highly recommend getting one of these classic tubs.
NATALIE Natalie, a long dark-haired beautiful vixen with such depth of character. She was struggling to find a good man to share her life with, but seemingly always throwing her pearls to swine; until one day, she realized her value. She was no longer going to wait for a man to figure out whether he wanted to be with her or not. Deep, passionate and strong-willed, it was time she found a man who was passionate and looking for the deep relationship. I thought of Natalie as a great friend. Natalie lived in the upper flat at my Banook Lake House.
MacDonald Bridge - Halifax-Dartmouth Nova Scotia - This was my second bridge painting. This was painted on a huge canvas I had found at a yard sale. Since the fiber was weakened over time, I strengthened with a few layers of gesso and one afternoon I decided it was time to attack this beast. No holds barred and after a number of hours of just letting myself paint freely, I was exhausted but happy with the outcome. This is my perception of the view from my backyard. This now hangs at the Wooden Monkey in Dartmouth.
Founders Corner - Dartmouth
Beamer was an amazing black labrador retriever. My boyfriend Larry and I were enjoying a weekend away and Beamer's mother was roaming the property looking for food. Larry noticed that she was a nursing Mum and must have just had a litter of pups. We asked around for where she might live. With luck, we found the owner of the litter and fell in love with this big boy. Although I was excited to have a new puppy, I told Larry that this was his dog. I would help out along the way with training, but was not my dog. My budget had no funds to take a dog to the Vet or pay for food. We name him Beamer and set up a little home for him and I began to train him to answer to a whistle and teach him not to chew. He was, by far, the best of his breed, though that did not matter to me. I knew he was going to be a great retriever. My dad had raised Labs when I was a child and I had a love of Labs since. Unfortunately, after an argument one evening, Larry took the dog and returned it to the breeder as a punishment. I was devastated over this . Maybe, it was for the best. I think he realized the responsibility of a dog and knew he could not meet these obligations. To this day I still think about Beamer and the joy he brought to my life for such a short time.
Capricorn Goat Girl
The wonders of childhood at the beach
PreShrunk at Argyle Fine Art is such a fun event for not only do you as an artist have the opportunity to display your artwork, the event supports Argyle Fine Art as a local business without breaking the bank. The only pre-requisite is that your artwork be 4 in x 5 in. Everyone can afford to have local art in their homes. Collecting artwork becomes a part of our surroundings and expresses who we are as individuals. The MacDonald Bridge in Halifax is an anchor between our two cities of Dartmouth, affectionately referred to as the "Dark Side" and Halifax. The bridge has recently undergone major reconstruction. The MacDonald bridge has a sort of Svengali hold over me and like a moth to the flame, it continues to give me great pleasure to live here and paint this view. I often say I am the cute troll who lives under the bridge and frankly, there is no where else I would want to be. Harbourview community is full of quaint places to eat,eclectic people and artists' charm. A short walk to the ferry, a six-minute drive to Halifax, the Crossing, restaurants, library and bus service
MIDTOWN BREW - Not many of my generation would not have eaten at the Midtown Tavern. It was like having dinner with your friends and family, many getting together before a hockey game or a concert at the Metro Centre. Very loud, but what family isn't. I took the photo on the day before the building was torn down. This business remains in the Grant family. Eric Grant originated from Shad Bay.
THE LADY DIANE - My best friend and confidante/ Every girl should have such a friendship. My mother always told me that I would make many friends in my life, but not many life-long friends. This is the friend that you can bare your soul to and know that she has a loyalty to that confidence. Though you may not talk for days or weeks, we come back together as if no time has past. We raised our children together, our summers shared between Lawrencetown beach and our pool. She loves the sun and the beach and thankfully no longer caught up in the corporate world. She now spends her time with her grand-kids and gardens til her heart is content. An artist in her own right, though she would scoff at the thought. I treasure her wisdom and love her as a sister.