January 28th 2009. Painting a 5 x 10 foot canvas down by the Ottawa River.

 

The beginning of the painting

 

 

The snow starts snowing.... smile

 

I really love painting outside. It is just the best feeling in the world.

 

The snow made it so that the paint would not stick, not attack to the canvas.

The paint would snow ball and fall / roll down and off the canvas.

It was like drawing in the sand on the beach and a wave of water would easer your marks.

 

I woke up at 4:55 am, managed to get out of bed at 5:10 am. I had some food, got my supplies and biked down to the river before the traffic and cars moved.

The canvas is 5 x 10 feet. So I wished to avoid the traffic.

 

 

I took all these photos myself. A self timer has issues. The painting blew over.

And this is me (with a smile)... picking up the painting out of the snow.

Notice all the paint in the snow.

 

 

It was a beautiful experience painting down at the river. I just love the clearness of mind.

I love the winter wind. The cold snow. The pure white clean air.

When I returned home I put the paint on my outside easel. It snowed for a few days.

And the painting was pretty covered with snow.

So I took out my snow blower and moved all the snow and started working on the painting (fuck it - time to paint).

Mother... Spring will be here Soon. oil on canvas. 5 x 10 feet. oil on canvas. January - Feb 2009.

Painted over again...

 

Still working canvas end of February 2009

 

Still working canvas end of February 2009

Fucking wind. Fuck you... it is time to work. It is minus -18 degrees (-29 degrees with the wind). And I am going to eat your canvas flesh.

 

Portrait of my Mother. oil on canvas. 5 x 10 feet. Jan - Feb 28, 2009.

Price: $12,000

she is more than red blood cells she is more than flowers, kisses, dreams a beautiful bird flies in the sky a gun was shoot the bullet went into the bird's chest feathers fell like autumn leaves to the ground the battle, the chemotherapy, the dark nights she did not die the sunshine inside my mother's soul is stronger than flesh she spread her love the burning sun did not feather her soul she is stronger than cancer she is alive, she is a smile.

 

 

 

Mentally I worked on this painting 24 hours a day from beginning to end. Consumed. Dreams

It is extremely textured.

You must see this painting in the flesh to really appreciate it.

 

Christophe filmed me painting this canvas.... soon a video will be online to view.