SOLD. Acrylic. 18×16 stretched canvas. The Bridge, sold on the opening night of the first Rebirth of Perception art show organized by Aleksandra Wadas at Windsor’s downtown club, the boomboomroom. The night club setting was certainly outside my personal comfort zone but I admire Aleksandra’s vision to show art outside the mainstream. It’s been good to see the work of nine other local artists. There’ is SO much TALENT in this small city.
Kari Gignac, photographer and writer for OurWindsor.ca on the story:
of the latest “Plein Air Paint/sketch out in Windsor, Ontario“. I’ve been trying to join this group of folks all summer and I finally made it but it’s no longer summer and there was no one there by the time I arrived.
part of the building in another sketch from the weekend spent drawing during the Walkerville Art Walk & Rock. As I was drawing this building a couple watched and the gentleman noted that he used to work in that building, for thirty years in fact. Wow. I found out from him that this building was the location of Deloitte and Touche. The firm is presently located in a big modern box building at Ouellette Place. The building block I drew here is also home to other businesses and a Christian center upstairs.
41 businesses are taking part in this event. Early in the day I took photos of those locations (those 42 businesses) and then headed for Refine Fitness where, at the invitation of owner Mike Bates (with a big hat-tip to Tracy at Katnandu), I was posted as the artist in the window – literally.
Hard to believe this sketch is already a year old and that so much life happened in between then and now.
On the north side of E.C. Row Expressway exit at Walker Road there was a number of vehicles parked behind a beat up chain link fence. This beaut of a truck caught my eye, gleaming white even on a dull day. So much character. Way more than anything coming off the troubled assembly lines today – I think.
Back in April DD2 played in a concert at The Armouries. The acoustics of that stalwart building were surprisingly grand – at least it was surprising to me.
On a Spring day when one could happily bike and sketch outside (unlike today’s blistering “feels like 102F”) I sat in a little driveway that is now the entry to the new weekend Downtown Farmer’s Market to draw The Armouries. I did a rough sketch and then settled into this one which took the better part of two hours. By the end the light had changed significantly and my bum was über sore.
I used my Pentel Brush Pen along with Koi watercolour paints on a Moleskine Sketchbook in landscape format. {thrive!}
A parade, biking, sketching, coffee, family that was my Canada Day.
Oddly, it’s only the second time in a decade that I’ve made the parade in Windsor. Last time the kids were, well, kids and not young adults. DW and I biked to Glenngary and Wyandotte, the western edge and end location of the parade. While waiting for the show to begin I did a little quick sketching, people staking their turf for a good view and or generally free ranging everywhere. We bailed out ahead of the Mayor arriving, who by crowd appreciation came a decided also-ran to the Stanley Cup.
I have walked the dog, formerly the dogs, around this building for years. It’s one of those industrial gems – still a beauty even when past its declining years.
It, like me, has had many lives. It may be slated for the wrecking ball – which I hope will not be the case for me any time soon.
This is the old Walker Power Building, also known as the Peabody Building. I know I’ve seen more info on it somewhere on the great International Metropolis blog but can’t locate the info just now. You can look it up.
Ten years ago when we first moved into the neighbourhood it housed a rock band or at least a drummer or two, a bike shop, some artists of various kinds and other creative sorts. Wish I had found a reason to go inside. At least I drew the outside in time. {thrive!}
As I get started on this blog here is one sketch that has nothing specifically to do with Windsor Ontario but that has everything to do with being inspired, with determination, with doing what you love against all the odds and because of that being a blessing to others.
There is so much expressed by Dexter that speaks directly to me. Though I have never lost an appendage I, probably like you dear reader, have experienced trials in life strong enough to make me want to give up were in not for family others around me and for a power much higher than little old me who somehow manage to simultaneously slap me up the side of the head and overwhelm me with love, love enough to say, believe and keep moving forward.
I made the sketch from stills in the following video. {thrive!}