Northern Pastoral

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16″ x 24″
Mixed Media on Canvas
2010

This is a painting for my wife’s sister. Included are her husband, their little baby and their even littler pup. She is beckoning from the distance and above it all is the spirit of their grandfather, a happy man in life, and even more satisfied now seeing how amazing his grandchildren have become. There is sweetgrass burning at the bottom of the painting in constant thanks, prayer and purification.

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Miracles

Moon Song
9″ x 6″
Mixed Media on Canvas
2010

Go into the wild. Don’t let yourself be trapped by city lights like a deer in the middle of the road. Get out, get away, get free.

If we are separated from the land for too long we start to lose our true, wild selves in gray and steel. We lose our connection to the earth. That means that we lose our connection to nature and each other.

My sons asked if miracles happen.

We are surrounded by miracles!

In this endless universe we are the only conscious life we have ever known. This planet is a rare and precious thing, the only living planet we have seen! With telescopes we cast farther and farther, looking for a duplicate, a sister, to this Mother Earth.

There is none that we know of.

Every breath we take, every seed that grows, every new life – all are miracles.

Never doubt that you are special. Because we are each of us a part of billions we forget it. We forget because no one reminds us. I will remind you.

I will remind you that you are worth everything that has happened. Billions of years of stars and dust, lives lived, children born, all to make you. You are a gift.

You are a gift and have been given a gift so precious it only exists here on earth: life!

Life that knows it’s alive!

We are the children of the universe, you and I. We are all connected.

Go into the wild. Press your bare feet against the soil and feel the heartbeat of your loving mother who provided such a special place for you to live. Remember how beautiful it all is. Forget dogma, forget hate, forget tribe and nation. Return to the wild and remember that we are a family and this is our home.

The lone wolf will return to it’s pack. You have been alone too long. Come back to your family.

Come back.

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A Simple Holiday pt.1

I love clouds, travelling on the road, and camping. I got all three this week.

It started last Monday night. As much family as could be gathered was over and we laughed and loved, ate and drank, and there was much rejoicing. And then these clouds slowly, silently and with sudden stealth appeared over the city. We all gathered outside to observe the somber progression…

…as the clouds kept moving in a windless evening until they passed overhead dragging a thick wall of rain behind the leading edge…


…and for twenty minutes the world was awash with the gales of wind that had been skulking in the background of the humid heat of the day, saturated with rain that fell like manna on a sunbaked earth.

The next day was a hop in the car and a five hour trip east to Turtle Lake in Saskatchewan where we just caught up to the tail of that same storm as the sun set, giving us a startling show of colour….

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The next evening was cloudless and silent and I slept easily for the first time in weeks…

More to follow…

You Can Take it With You
Mixed Media
on Paper
2007