
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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Texas Road. Two words that sent a chill down many a young spine back in the day. It was a place to prove to your friends, to your self, that you weren't scared, weren't a chicken. Texas Road differed from all the other county roads that crossed the flat tree-less farmland near Amherstberg; it was swallowed by a dense copse of trees, turned sharply right and crossed a bridge before emerging at a graveyard and eventually joining with another county road. Stories about the area included the ghost of a man killed by his wife (with an iron!) and spectral horsemen. Where better to set up for a plein air in late October? I painted from the bank of the little rill that flowed under the bridge. I can report no supernatural activity, sorry. Oil on panel, 10"x10".
Texas Road. Two words that sent a chill down many a young spine back in the day. It was a place to prove to your friends, to your self, that you weren't scared, weren't a chicken. Texas Road differed from all the other county roads that crossed the flat tree-less farmland near Amherstberg; it was swallowed by a dense copse of trees, turned sharply right and crossed a bridge before emerging at a graveyard and eventually joining with another county road. Stories about the area included the ghost of a man killed by his wife (with an iron!) and spectral horsemen. Where better to set up for a plein air in late October? I painted from the bank of the little rill that flowed under the bridge. I can report no supernatural activity, sorry. Oil on panel, 10"x10".Tuesday, October 6, 2009
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I started skateboarding in 1975. There were no skateparks then, only streets and parking lots. I don't skate much anymore, except to get to work, and occasionally session one of the great local parks, like "The Hoof", Vanderhoof, here in Toronto. To commemorate these local parks, I began painting plein air images on the bottoms of used skateboards. Below is Vanderhoof park. I painted in the lettering at home before venturing out to do the landscape, so it was tricky working out the composition and not tightening up around the letters. Click to enlarge.

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