I was outside this morning, naked, in minus 42-degree weather. The act of being naked in that temperature has a way of focusing one’s thoughts. My thought was that I have not done as much as I could to promote art, your art, my art, art organizations, all mediums of art. So, I came back. How I am going to use this format to promote the arts in my city, province, country, and the world will be a process that evolves over time.
I will certainly be connected to as many of the social media platforms as I can, I have a website, well, three websites that can be utilized, a publication called the Take 5, a couple radio shows and the support of my peers who are willing to contribute their own thoughts and words to this humble blog.
Where do I start? Perhaps I should touch on my latest journey as a resident artist for The Community Arts Council of Prince George and Region. A year-long residency that helped me to grow as an artist, help me to explore new styles and mediums and help my confidence. I, like a good number of artists, suffer from this odd malady; the identity crisis. Yes, believe ti or not, many of us, famous artists included wonder if we can call ourselves artists, are we competent enough, can we stand amongst our peers and claim the title of artist. After being invited to be the Artist in Residence for 2017-2018, I can. I have not yet reached my full potential but I am on my way to doing so. Not only as an artist but as an art supporter and lover.
I have recently taken on the position of “Resident Artist” for Mills, a provincially owned company that bought a locally owned company that I was employed with for ten years as a graphic artist. I am happy to be rebuilding the relationship between Mills and the arts community. Once again, the process will evolve and hopefully, I can be the bridge between the two. I came back because my lovely muse felt it was time, after four years as a professional artist, to get a “real job” as of being an artist was somehow not a viable profession. All that aside, it was the act of being a good spouse that drove me. Kat had contracted a little-known illness called Trigeminal Neuralgia and required brain surgery, yep, brain surgery. A hole in the head is just what she needed and I will sometimes look at her and smile my most rakish of smiles and ask her, “are you sure they didn’t go a little deep with the scalpel?”
New works and new shows are in the future. I have an exhibition set for July(a dead time) in the city of Quesnel and I will be applying for exhibition space, residencies, and grants throughout the year.
Stay tuned for some exciting times. Meanwhile, check out some of the new works from the studio,