CHRONICLES archives the successive newsletters.
Or Fantasy Illustration 101… For ages, I have been wondering how to set up a manageable fan art section on the site. Not wishing to add yet another post-your-own gallery to the thousands that are already navigating in cyberspace, and fearing it could well outgrow the...
Mea Maxima Culpa…actually I am falling behind on nearly everything these days. (Where DID summer go?) With the exhibition in Gruyères now in the past tense, I had hoped to announce something really fun: my first ever real gallery show in Canada, and in my home town of...
Or Trying to Find the Meaning of Life… ILLUSTRATOR n., in L. Form f. illustrate v. Cf. late L. illusrâtor (lactatantius); F. illustrateur (15th c. in Godef.) One who or that which illustrates, in the various senses of the vb.; one who gives or draws illustrations; the...
Or a Fraser Valley* Fairy Tale… Once upon a time, there was a little boy who wanted to draw a cow. As he was a farmer’s son, cows were in no short supply, so he had plenty to work from. Unfortunately for him, his ambitions outweighed his skills like the proverbial...
Or the Secret Language of Windshield Wipers… I’m not a big fan of driving. I dislike driving at night, I hate even more driving in the rain. Hurtling along at great speed, encapsulated by a hissing halo of horizontal rain, with the wipers’ flickering pantomime in from...
Or Can You Get Your Daily Calorie Intake From Food For Thought? While digestive analogies are perhaps best avoided when talking about the creative process (yuck!), one of the most consistent aspects of drawing the world is the constant need to ingest it, like some...
Or Walking in the Word Forest… As often as I’m lost for words, I’m even more often lost IN words. Words, while they are often imperfect vehicles to convey our thoughts, are the best we can do. While they may be unwieldy tools to carve our finer thoughts, they are all...
Or The GPS Of Life… Ever wonder just WHY you do what you do or why you are just where you are? (Myself, rarely, or at least never more than a half a dozen times a day.) I managed to pass, thank you very much, on the what-will-I-do-when-I-grow-up angst when I was...
Or Thoughts on Property and Propriety… Japanese pop music is not a genre with which I can claim to be terribly familiar, but the other day a record album on the back of a French fantasy art catalogue caught my eye. Principally because the cover looked rather familiar…...
Or Wandering Along the Edge of Things… It was raining last week in Vancouver - the plane always seems to come down through the rain when you land on the West Coast. There is something about the Pacific Northwest, though, besides constantly wiping your glasses free of...
Or Back to the 70’S… the 1470’s that is… What on earth can make an otherwise sane group of adults drive (collectively) several thousand miles, load, unload, re-load and unload yet again several tons of equipment, survive two midnight thunderstorms, spend all day...
I could not resist, just had to post these… The other day, having gone to an oriental bazaar with the firm intention of tracking down a riveted mail shirt and some other old bits of rusty metal and junk, we paused in a shop to buy drinks. (It was 45 degrees Celsius in...