Cats and canoes . journeys and shoes . dreams and sleep . sky and deep
Wood is a slice of time- each year captured in grain and the magic of this shines through when I paint directly upon it. The rings call out an image. The work is in allowing the wood to shine through. My dad had an old red canvas canoe with caned seats. It’s thin curved ribs varnished an amber gold thick with years. Indian Girl was hand painted on the bow. He said,”Your Grandfather taught the indians how to canoe.” We believed him.
Dream Cat . painting on wood panel . 12.5×15.75×2 inches deep.