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Thursday, September 29, 2016

To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow

Fall has arrived in thunderstorms, flurries of yellow leaves, and adventures in parenting.  My eldest is starting kindergarten, and he's now successfully and dutifully taking the bus each morning and returning mid afternoon like children have been doing for ages. 

September has always seemed more like the beginning of a year than January ever did. With a larder filled with caning and a root cellar full of apples, and squashes and potatoes.  Children go off to school and one settles in for semi hibernation of chill breezes, dank drafts, slippers, sweaters and indoors.   


However amidst the bedding down for the long winter's nap we cannot lose sight of spring.  As Audrey Hepburn once said - "To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow."   and with that in mind I would like to share with the few folks out in blog land who read my posts, that seed packets have been painted, proofs have been approved, and seed has been sourced.  In time for Christmas I will be offering a line of seed packets, these will have seed collected in 2016 and be fresh for the 2017 planting season.  These have been a long time coming and I'm quite excited by the news! 








Tuesday, May 3, 2016

time to smell the flowers.

I've just started a sabbatical leave.  Ultimately it is about spending more time raising my own children, but in some respects it couldn't have come at a better time.  I as I pick up all the pieces and try to make sense of what's left.  My days are busy, consumed by the minutiae of day to day life and the pace of childhood.  I have children and they fill my time in ways I never imagined.  someone once said it, I'm not sure who,  - that  both those with and without children feel sorry for each other.   They are busy little creatures that take up all your time.  The questions are never ending and the pace is slow.  Or at least at this stage the pace of is slow.
 
Pole Beans
Watercolour, (7.5 x 11 inch )
©RiverWalker Arts 
It is nice to not constantly be rushing little feet and little minds.  They stroll, they stop constantly to admire the shape of a branch, or an ant making its way across the sidewalk.  And so I too am slowing my steps and making more of the journey and less of the destination.  It might take 40 minutes for us to get our shoes and coats on to get out the door, and maybe we only make it half a block before we turn around, but that is ok.  In that half a block we have explored puddles, and bugs and listened for garbage trucks and aircraft overhead.   I am more aware of my surroundings and I have some very small companions to thank. ... and maybe this is why basket weaving, however droll seems somewhat fitting at this point.

©RiverWalker Arts
Watercolour (5x7 inch) 

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Basket Weaving

My art show at the local gallery has come to an end.  While I wasn’t lucky enough to sell any of the art work, I do now have people come up to me in town and say “oh wow you are Coral the ARTIST!”  The Coral.  I smile and they tell me how they bought my book.


I’ve recently learned to basket weave.  Laugh though you might - this is really quite the craft.  In this case it involves willows hacked off the side of the road and somehow I’ve managed to create something that holds together enough to actually transport stuff. I’ve decided it is the perfect campground craft as it can be abandoned in the dirt at any moment unharmed, while the myriad of broken bits of sticks can be fed to the fire to keep my fingers warm.
Copyright RiverWalker Arts. 

Thursday, October 22, 2015

the smell of blackberry wine

I’ve disappeared for a while.  It was needed but it doesn’t really mean I’m gone.  Life sends us challenges, and there is a dozen inspirational quotes to tell us how to deal with our challenges the reality is that for better or for worse we work through them as best we can.

It’s October – there is frost on my windows in the morning, the mornings all include a fight with my tow year old about having to wear a jacket (he says “no suit, no suit!) in his most adamant and bossy little voice.  The last of the leaves are clinging tenaciously to the trees and the stores are starting to get their Christmas decorations on the shelves and move the Halloween inventory to the back corner.

But then it’s been a year of running ahead of season.  I was visiting what I call “the island” in August,  and there had been no rain for months, the grass was dry, the leaves were starting to turn those shades of bronze, of old rust and polished amber just because those poor trees couldn’t get enough water.  The pumpkins were orange and ripe.  I went for a walk.  I pushed the stroller, the air smelling like blackberry wine.  The berries were overripe, fermenting unpicked on the vine.  I cleared my head and set my heart free. 

And just like that summer turned into fall.  With the coming of fall, it’s almost like a new year – Fall is the time of change – be it bears getting ready for winter, or kids starting school it is far more the turning of a leaf than January first with it’s cold winds and cheap glitzy champagne.  

I developed two more spice recipes to add to my collection of packets.  I signed up and will be selling them locally at the medieval market.  If you can’t catch me there you can either contact me through Facebook or through my website at www.riverwalkerarts.com.




I teamed up with a company called Blooming on Canvas to facilitate social painting parties; these involve wine, friends, a canvas, and some kind of step by step as to how to paint the selected scene.  My fun little component is creating those scenes and then showing folks how I did it.  The people that come out are happy, excited and really love the whole event  (although the wine might help) . 
   

Here is one of my latest creations for Blooming on Canvas: 


Thursday, July 30, 2015

It’s been an age. A tumultuous period in time. And in that time I’ve mostly just made it through each day.   I’ve been camping, and I’ve been swimming in the lakes,  but mostly I’ve been breathing.   Just breathing.   August however is whispering to me,  it’s sultry star filled night are approaching and I’m listening.  I’m listening to the creative stirrings on that hot wind that blows out of the desert hills, and the moments of still and shimmering heat.   There is change in the air. 

I’m ready for it. 

I am back, I am whole and I am ready to jump back into life with two feet.  I have signed up for the local Art Walk, which is a month long event where artists from the region display artworks in local business.   It is a brilliant concept that brings three diverse communities together: the business community, the artistic community, and the general public.  So for me that means – my art can be viewed at About Face and More Mon-Fri 9a-5p, Sat 10a-2p.  
Original Watercolour
by
RiverWalker Arts 

My next challenge is to figure out what to put in behind the glass and what to put on the walls in the store.   I also hope that they will be willing to have my Prints on display so that people can own a reproduction of the art work at a reasonable price.    I also always mat my reproductions to reasonable sizes such that you can buy a pre-fabricated frame form Micheals or Wal*Mart and not set yourself in the hole just putting the image  behind glass. 
Original Watercolour
by

RiverWalker Arts


If you happen to have any opinions about what images you think I should put on display – please let me know as I’ve still not made up my mind!