Nighttime

Prince Edward County in Ontario. I shot this in broad daylight and played a lot in Photoshop.

Pensive Face

For this face I made a monoprint and scanned it. I generated the colour by layering photographs and painting until I came up with a pleasing abstraction. Then I mixed the scan with the colour. It is all part of my quest to infuse my images with more energy and life.

Ship Ladder

One cold winter's day I was photographing beat up old ships in a Hamilton, Ontario harbour. I was fascinated with the textures of the peeling painting and the strong lines of the ladder. After a dose of Photoshop, the image felt more like a painting.

Violin

This in one of the first of what I call my 'smear' experiments. I drew the violin very quickly with printer's ink on glass. Then I made a monoprint. I scanned that into Photoshop and added the colour.

Tea Time for Pegasus

Sometimes I remember that the ordinary is full of magic.

Troubled Face

This one started as a pastel and then changed dramatically in Photoshop. I like how the mood changes as the visual elements change. I keep digging with visual picks and shovels until a piece of truth emerges. The trick, of course, is knowing when to stop.

Roadtrip

I am amazed by how much time I spend looking at highways, cars, signs, maps and the dashboard when doing a roadtrip. Where does all that seeing go? I used the quilt pattern, Log Cabin, to organize the images.

Abandoned House

Every image maker gets to do one old-abandoned-house-with-ominous-sky image. Just one.

Weep

I wanted to see how much I could flatten out the tones of an image and yet still express emotion.

Cafe Colours

I've always thought that empty cafe seats look like theatre sets. This one was along Bloor St. in Toronto.

In-Animate

No, really.

Blue Glasses

Started as a pastel and evolved in Photoshop.

At the Beach

. . . and the living is easy

Face Spiral

This one began with a photo in Photoshop; then I discovered the pleasures of making spirals with the Transform tools.

Summer Grass

First Violinist

Sketched in pen at the Toronto symphony; scanned into Photoshop where the colour and tones were added.

First Impressions

First Impressions
Remember geography lessons in grade school? Angles of the sun, solstices, seasons and the equator? Here I am very close to the equator at 6 in the evening of my first day in Bali and it is starting to get dark - how can this be? The sun is up for 12 and down for 12 - equal all year around. On what seems to me to be a hot summer's day, it is very odd for the light to disappear so early.

The 20 minute drive late last night from the airport to our hotel was strange and dreamlike. I saw weird, round buildings with frilly edges rising out of the darkness. Palm trees flickered by in the city lights. Like Vietnam and Laos, the only other parts of Asia I've been to, there were stores with big garage doors that open onto the road. The most dramatic sight were two huge statues in the middle of roundabouts: one was a gigantic depiction of Krishna driving a chariot with five dynamic, fiery horses pulling in all directions; the second another huge god carrying two fallen bodies. Nothing staid, pompous or still about these two.

And this morning I draw the curtains and go out onto the balcony to see steep rooftops covered in thatch, carved lattice work on the edge of the roof, lots of palms, flowers and greenery. The smell of charcoal and incense and lots of birds singing. Oh that feeling of anticipation and excitement about new and different to come!


Still jet lagged but too excited to sleep, we go out this morning for the first look around. Frangipane and bouganvilla flowers are everywhere - yellow for the former and cascades of magenta for the latter. Many people persistently ask us if we want to rent bikes, motorcycles or taxis - I remind myself Bali is a mostly tourist based economy and people are trying to make a living. What strikes me most is that every shop, every entranceway, every temple, every everything has an offering. Little or big, these are beautiful arrangements of flowers, leaves, fruits and sometimes incense in bowls or small bamboo easily made baskets. There is often no water, so they are just made anew each day. How amazing to be in a society where people weave such beauty and meaning into their daily lives.

Location:Sanur, Bali