Painting again, sort of.

I started a painting the other day, it just came to me. I had no idea what I was painting, it was just coming out of my mind. It started as most of my paintings do, and was going quite well, until I started to think about it. Now it’s come to a screeching halt. Now I have a few ideas as to what I want to paint, each different to the other, and I don’t know which way to go with it. So now it sits in front of me and I’m being quite indecisive about it. Who knows, it may sit now for years until I decide what to do with it. Or maybe something will come to me at any moment. Maybe I should just forget about it for now, until it’s ready, until I’m ready. Maybe I should start another painting that’s swirling around my mind. I find now, since it’s been so long, that maybe I just can’t paint anymore, maybe I’ve just lost it, lost faith in my ability, my talent. Maybe I’m not as good as I used to be, too many feelings about it come to the surface. All my paintings start out well, until I start to think (too much) about it, then it stops. It’s then that finishing a painting usually ends up being more of a chore. Thinking too much about it has always been a bit of an Achilles Heel for me.

Now as I sit here, staring at it, the ideas I had for it seem to fade, and the painting stares back at me. Empty. I was thinking of turning it into a sequel or partner to a painting I painted in ’04. But I don’t know. I don’t know what it wants to be. Ha, no, I don’t think painting are alive, it’s just kind of a spiritual thing. Well, for me anyway. Yet, not always however. And when it isn’t, that’s what makes it such a chore to get through. Maybe I am losing, or have lost my sanity. Who’s to say really, in this mad world, how can you really tell?

Sitting here, typing this, listening to a little Leonard Cohen, Eddie Vedder with a splash of Tom Waits. Even though it’s a little early on this side of the world to have a drink, I am. With a Colt mini-cigar. What to do, what to do………………………………….

I’ll post photos of my progress, if anyone is interested, once I get back into it, which I am hoping to do shortly. But we shall see. Cheers and good day to all, I’ll be back soon.



Good morning little bird.

While on my way down to the cafe the other morning, I cut across a section of ‘field’ I guess you could say, between two parking lots (where a factory used to be). And I suddenly came across this little fella’, spreading out his shoulders and fanning out his tail and taking a few steps towards me. I stopped, he startled me a bit since I didn’t see him at first, not until I was just a few feet away. I took another step, he took another step or two towards me. I wasn’t sure what was going on until I noticed the shallow nest with four little eggs in it just to his (or her) left, your right. So I bid him or her good day and walked around. It’s a good thing he caught my attention otherwise I may have walked into the nest.killdeerbirdy

This little bird is a Killdeer by the way, I haven’t seen one in many years. I had forgotten what kind of bird he or she is, until a couple of friends of mine enlightened me. The eggs are camouflaged with speckles so as to blend in with the surroundings, good defense against predators. Not so good if a stumbling human possibly wonders on through, not paying attention, and accidentally destroys the nest & eggs. On my way down today I’ll stop by and see if all is still good, and hopefully not get attacked by the mother. 🙂


Bonsai, my new frontier.

Bonsai is an art I’ve always liked, but never attempted. Lately, I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit. So I think I’ll give it a try, who knows, it could turn out to be a new passion. Or even help spark some life back into my painting, which has been dormant (or even dead) for the past few years or so. I’m not sure what attracts me to bonsai, maybe because it’s a miniature tree. I mean, who doesn’t like miniature things? Like train sets with little buildings, or doll houses, or that little Christmas village you might put up every Christmas season. It’s the life sized things made smaller that peaks our interests. Maybe it stems from childhood, who knows.

So here is a video, although in Japanese which I do not speak, that I found interesting. There are, however, many videos out there in the internet world to help you, whether you are a beginner or master of the art of Bonsai.

But now I wonder, what type of plant/bush or tree should I start out with? I’m partial to Cedars or Junipers, so Maybe one of those. We shall see.

I warn you now, you may be viewing photos in the near-ish future, of my Bonsai attempts. So be informed, it may not be pretty. 🙂



Good afternoon, and Happy Victoria Day!

Happy Victoria Day folks! I hope folks out there are enjoying the Victoria Day weekend, here in Canada that is. The weather here is nice, a little overcast yet hot and humid. I was hoping to enjoy the sun today, since I’m lucky enough to have the day off from the kitchen at the cafe’. Later we’ll be driving out to Mount Forest to meet up with a friend of the missus, who’s nice enough, but unfortunately I find her a little irritating. You know, the kind of person who barely takes a breath when she’s going on and on about one thing or another, usually about herself. Haha. There always comes a point when I think to myself ‘for christ sake, does she never stop talking, jessssus’. She’s quite a busybody, however, she is really very nice and personable. And nosy. Ah well, cest la vie.

My plants and flowers are doing well, except for my little Japanese Maple, which I previously mentioned, didn’t make it through the winter. I’m still a little miffed about it, ah well, I’ll see if I can find another that’ll fit the bill. I’ve been thinking of building another little pond, but space here is limited. Maybe I can come up with some sort of smaller, portable design. I’m also thinking of getting into bonsai, if I can find the time to dedicate to it. Ah well, one thing at a time.

Enjoy the day folks, go and do something you’ve been putting off. Cheers!


Hibiscus for the Missus


Picked up a few flowers and plants last week, which included this Hibiscus I got for my love for Mother’s Day. It’s quite beautiful, and she’s been saying she’s always wanted another one. It blooms every day, beautiful yellow flowers. Hopefully it lives, knowing our luck with plants lately. Not sure whether to keep it inside, or put it outside now that spring is upon us. However it got quite cold last night so I figure we’ll wait until June to put it out, if we decide to put it out. Our other plants and flowers seem to be doing fine out there, however, I’m still not happy with the fact that my Japanese Maple didn’t make it through the winter, nor the Rose bush. But I’ll still try and see if anything can be done to possibly resurrect them. Enjoy the sun folks, if it’s shining where you are that is, Cheers!


Drowsy Indecision

Good morning folks, hope I find you all well and content. It’s an early Sunday morning here in the studio, and I’m a little indecisive. I feel like doing something, but I don’t know what. Sketch something? Maybe paint? I don’t know, I’m a little blocked it seems. I have a backlog of projects in my mind that I should get to, yet I’m not sure as to where I should start. Didn’t get much sleep, maybe I should nap a bit to clear some cobwebs. Or maybe I should get started with my series of portraits I’ve been thinking about for some time now. I’ve recently topped up my supplies, yet they all just sit there waiting for me to create something. I haven’t had a burst of production for a number of years now, and it’s now 2015. Cripes, where has the time gone? It feels like I’ve woken up from a nap and a few years have gone by, and I’m still tired. Although it is winter and I’m a little more lethargic during this season.

As the sun peeks up over the horizon, I’m conflicted as to either enjoy it and get on this the day or get a little more sleep in. As I type this I realize how drowsy I really am, and therefore will most likely head back to dreamland. Therefore I bid you good morning and will be back soon.


Things of interest…(an old post draft I apparently never published)

This morning I stumbled upon this old post (below) I never got around to publishing, sitting in my ‘Draft’ files. I’m not sure why I never published it in the first place, almost two years ago. I’m not sure where I got this from, whether I copied it from somewhere or typed it out myself from research. I don’t remember, but, it’s interesting none the less. So I publish it and share it with you this morning. Enjoy.

Things of interest……….

They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families
used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken &
Sold to the tannery…….if you had to do this to survive
you were “Piss Poor”

But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t
even afford to buy a pot……they “didn’t have a pot to
piss in” & were the lowest of the low

The next time you are washing your hands and complain
because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it,
think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:

Most people got married in June because they took their
yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by
June.. However, since they were starting to smell . …… .
Brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor.
Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man
of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then
all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the
children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so
dirty you could actually lose someone in it.. Hence the
saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!”

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no
wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get
warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs)
lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and
sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof…
Hence the saying “It’s raining cats and dogs.”

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the
house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other
than dirt. Hence the saying, “Dirt poor.” The wealthy had
slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet,
so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their
footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping
outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way.
Hence: a thresh hold.

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big
kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit
the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly
vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the
stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold
overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew
had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence
the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas
porridge in the pot nine days old. Sometimes they could
obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When
visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show
off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home
the bacon.” They would cut off a little to share with guests
and would all sit around and chew the fat.

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt
bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests
got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination
would Sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

England is old and small and the local folks started running
out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins
and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the
grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins
were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they
realized they had been burying people alive… So they would
tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the
coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.
Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night
(the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone
could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.

And that’s the truth….Now, whoever said History was boring