Art and Design

Click on GALLERY in the menu to see visual art only. Inquiries by email:  yellowfoal@gmail.com. Currently accepting commissions. Click on IG in the menu to find me on Instagram and send a direct message. ***All images and print material on the site: copyright by the artist and author.

Finding Your Style…

like the Holy Grail, synonymous with miraculous powers, bestowing upon its holder eternal happiness, abundance, success…    and all in perpetuity. Finding our unique style as artists, developing our voice, albeit visually, can become a pursuit that feels unpleasant and even a reason to question our own abilities. The idea that an artist should have…

The Old Apple Tree

  In the school yard, the packed, worn, colourless dirt.  Dust rising from our freedom, ribbons of long grass tangling our ankles, crawling in under the old apple tree. Roots our universe, the branches bent-heavy. Circumference of fallen fruit, alive with the humming of bees. How, for that singular moment, there is nothing else. That…

The Island

Paintings and drawings based on sketches made during a retreat to beautiful Beausoleil Island. This view from the cabin was among my favorites,  but I also attempted to capture details of colour, shape, light, and life. Is there an iconic view that captures your summer? I can work from photographs to create a large, original,…

What Remains of Light

(This poem first appeared in Jones Av. magazine, issue IX/3, OEL Press, 2004) February And I’m walking home. Layers of darkness And what remains of light Shade the sky. Weight of the sled, My small son slumping over into sleep Lighted rooms lining the street, Vacant-white and full of air Or gold-warm and close. Spaces…

Uneven

The shadow of the tree turns upon the stone, Measuring my day for me. It’s all about time when you are here for An elusive resurrection. The day wanes, The wind lifting unnoticed feathers Tousling hair, and Sending the campfire into my eyes. In the forest, A trembling of delicate tendrils. The branches rise and…

Sing a Good Song

(excerpt from the short story) The sand was bone-white and as soft as silk, moth wings. Sedge and grasses springing out of it magically, as if anchored by deliberate hands and the sand poured in gradually until the fine green leaves stand on their own. Improbable leafy bushes stand aside and a rough path is…

Summer Fox

When cubism, nature, and mind meet, therein lies the puzzle. A soft, yet saturated exploration of organic forms and impressions… the way the eye tracks and perceives, the dance of sensations and my attempt to document and sustain them, and ultimately, to share them.

Not Another Love Poem

In a surreal landscape, The sky leaps – scraping its backbone against our goodbye. Soft white striations mar the canvas, The evening is as red-as-burnt-flesh, Far and high, A deep amethyst.   The sand is not my only impediment, And when we rest, Our bodies deliberate driftwood, The white dog blurs, chasing his own momentum,…

A Transient Landscape

shaped by swells and surge and storm six thousand years of broken land banked along the ancient moraine. miles of safety and soft, articulated sand the satisfying weight of stone-in-hand swans gliding in over the twisted tamarack nestling in after long flight an endless, rippled blue, a dragonfly briefly alight (it was like this, that…

Inspired by Nature

At one time, we felt our kinship with other beings more profoundly…   perhaps you still do. Your favorite animal as a child, the one that appears in your dreams, or a moment when you felt a powerful sense of community and interconnection with other people, or with the earth itself. My own childhood explorations inspired…

The Wise Silence

“… We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole, the wise silence; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related; the eternal ONE. ” Ralph Waldo Emerson Transcendentalism, as a living philosophy, focused on our direct relationship with God and…

Bestow

The fabric walls seem to hold in the light As I listen to my mother Reading the children Into sleep. The practiced inflection of her voice, Her tone rising and falling and Drawing them into the pages. The symmetry of flame at my feet. The love we try to Ring round our children. Circle of…

Biomorphic

Mark Rothko’s earlier, Surrealist compositions, Slow Swirl at the Edge of the Sea, and Hierarchical Birds, 1944, really resonated with me as I immersed myself in his work of that period. I was drawn in by the biomorphic forms and varied influences: cubism, surrealism, and an admitted “kinship with primitive and archaic art”, influences that I…

South River Falls

Tell me we’ll be there, together, one day. Two kilometers of comfortable silence, the trail creased by crooked roots, a delicate melody of birdsong. A moment of completion; the bare earth meeting our passage. Rhythm of our footsteps becoming a heart beneath our feet. The light so green it is this living thing that enters…

Inspiration

“I was sitting, waiting for Inspiration about innocence…  into my mind, there came a grid, lines going this way, and lines going that way, and they were innocent. They looked like innocence.”  – Agnes Martin, retreating into the desert, was seeking a means to communicate pure emotion, to give viewers a direct aesthetic experience, verging…

Abstract Expressionism

A deep desire to separate painting from anything external to it…   A demanding style; the viewer must spend time, engage with the painting, and become immersed in it. These artists did not share a cohesive style, but a shared interest in conveying strong emotional or expressive content. “I hope my painting has the impact…

Burnt Norton

” … And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight, And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly, The surface glittered out of heart of light, And they were behind us, reflected in the pool. Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty. Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,…

Fragments of a Totality

“Weakness of memory for details and the course of one’s own comprehension of the world – a very bad sign. Only fragments of a totality. How are you ever going to touch the greatest task, how are you going even to sense its nearness, even dream its existence, even plead for its dream, dare to…

Gratitude

What are you thankful for? There is power in positive thinking and practicing contentment; it has a profound impact on our mental, emotional, and physical health. When I posed the question to my very young students, “what are you thankful for…  what makes your heart happy?”,  their responses were so beautifully simple and instructive! I…