Although the sunsets take your breath away in Old Perlican, the most vital part of the harbour is definitely the people that frequent the boats, the docks, parking lots, roads and fish plant of this busy, busy hub. The people ebb and flow seamlessly into the many various social structures that co-exist within the shelter of the port. Weather, water and fish news, jokes and gossip pass like rapid-fire batons from crew to crew, family to family, captain to captain, neighbour to neighbour. It is an ancient version of the internet, really - reliable for keeping all news instantly up to date and all connections flowing like well-greased lightning.
Childhood in Newfoundland in some ways was not much different from my own. I spent mine catching things. My fondest memories of my childhood are of the being in and around the water at Boshkung Lake, north of Toronto, at my grandparents’ cottage. What was under the water kept me spellbound, all day. I kept a bucket of water on the beach, ever-ready for the day’s catch. As I stood knee deep in the gentle waves, toes anchored to the hard sand bottom of our shore, no polliwog, minnow or frog escaped my intense pursuit. I am taking care of my daughter’s puppy today. Dried leaves that have escaped being trapped in the shrouds of snow are targets of his childish game of hunt as well.
As these boys make game opponents of the flounder, resting benevolently at the bottom of the harbour in Elliston, they hone their primal instinct to hunt – instinct that will perhaps serve them so aptly as the Newfoundlander men they will become. Children would count on becoming fishermen, for hundreds of years. What will our radical changes to the environment in the oceans allow our current generation to do? Can we as a worldwide society be adequate custodians of ocean health and our fish supply? There is nothing that can be taken for granted now. The only assurance is paying careful and abiding attention to research and following up with pro-action - responses at every level, immediately.
I just simply love the water and the colours. How many colours can be in water, reflecting beneath a white boat? And how beautiful and diverse could the colours be, within the white hull of a boat?
This work-horse of a boat defies its humble stature, juxtaposed against the racy and slick ripples of water; it elegantly dances with light and colour by means of its radically modified hull. It might be practical to alter the form of the side of your boat to make hauling lobster pots easier, but who would guess you would be creating such beauty by doing it? And there is the paradox, right there.
2017 – it is an extraordinary year. Ice pans and icebergs litter the huge and small bays and harbours of Newfoundland and Labrador into the summer. The flotilla wanders day in, day out at the whims of the wind and currents. The harbour is completely packed one evening and empty the next. Icebergs the size of skyscrapers move at speeds of motorboats, or lodge on underwater shoals and stubbornly stay for months.
Mostly, the ice pans pack the bays. They pack enough and they are substantial enough to STOP the fishery entirely. The emergency rescue services simply cannot get to where they need to when fishermen come to peril in the mine fields of wandering ice.
It is a very mixed blessing to behold the breathtaking beauty of the ice pans as they circle Old Perlican Island, at the mouth of the harbour. How can a Newfoundlander deny this incomprehensible level beauty? How can a Newfoundlander deny the peril of both the moment and of the much larger issue of the future, as they witness global warming changing the face of the Arctic, of Newfoundland and of the world. Everything is at stake.
This is a part of Old Perlican Harbour where smaller local boats are tethered. The harbour road runs beside the docks, but the harbour is quieter here, away from the frantic hustle and bustle of forklifts by the main wharfs, near the fish plant entrances. Button’s Marine is here, providing for the hardware needs of the independent fishermen that run the boats. These docks are where smaller operations quietly and diligently execute the daily tasks of prepping and finishing their fishing excursions. Men gather to talk on the road of this area at the end of the day. I particularly love this part of the harbour.
- Featuring my latest paintings, Old Perlican Harbour Series.
I will be at the opening on the 13th!
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Check out the catalog of our exhibit that is currently running at the Tillsonburg Station Arts Centre! I am super-proud of the work of these amazing artists, and proud to be the first president of this brand new Society. I hope that many of you will make it out to Tillsonburg Ontario to see it. It is running now, until June 3rd. The artists' reception will be June 3rd, 2-4pm. See you there!
Faith is integral to my being. I put myself out there; it feels just like this painting. I reach to God. I aspire to serve God. God is mightier than anything comprehensible. The world is wildly complex and also beyond anything comprehensible. There are forces out there that are way beyond us, but all around us and connected to us. We are merely a tiny, tiny part of a massive network of surging forces, but we are a mighty force as well. We put ourselves out there - tiny, but mighty.
I am getting there! These images show: 1) the Grisaille Underpainting on the right, done in brown and white over an Indian red priming, 2) the Velatura Foundation on the left, that sets values into colour, but most importantly establishes a light structure for the glazes to "harness", 3) The First Hardening Glaze, where colours are glazed on to harness the light, and further refinements are dropped into the wet film. I still have a long way to go, still! Onto the complex final glazes!
Whoever 'likes' this post will be given an artist and has to post a piece by that artist, along with this message, the idea is to occupy Facebook with art, breaking up all the political posts! Thank you Wayne Moore, for assigning me Ted Godwin! I was unfamiliar with Ted’s work, so I googled him. I was delighted to have been greeted on the screen by this painting:
I think it is called “Small Cove”, and is at Wallace Gallery in Calgary, AB.
Seeing this visual feast was wonderful to behold. I love the complexity of this landscape. Because it is so integrated, it does not overwhelm my vision; instead, it engages it. This is a difficult and fastidious task to embark upon, when an artist takes on such subjects. It is like riding a bucking bronco. You are always on the edge of “pulling it off”. Finally, if you are lucky, you do. But it has taken all you’ve got. But what results! I could look at this painting all day. It is in the same way that I could look all day if discovering this pond in nature. It gives the same sense of splendour, wonder and enchantment.
And this is not all the latitude Ted Godwin had! You should see the rest of his work! There are two more that I cut and pasted below.
Ted Godwin just died in 2013. He was a contemporary of my parents. When I look at his larger body of work, it reminds me of my parents who were both artists. His work is different from theirs, but just as you can look at old photos of other people’s families and it reminds them of your own times, you can look at old artistic paths of those of the same eras and see similarities. It was very interesting.
Ted Godwin is an accomplished and much acclaimed Canadian artist, whom I had never heard of. I am quite glad that Wayne Moore assigned him to me, and that I got to share this wonderful painting and discover the work of this artist.
Here are two more that show both his latitude and why his path reminds me of my parents – especially my dad.
All these works can be found at Wallace Gallery in Calgary, Alberta.
I am mesmerized by the spectacle of nature. There are infinite details within details within details that pull me in and hold me in rapture. The design paths are endlessly detailed – like looking into a moving kaleidoscope. I can visually barely hang on - barely compute. This sublime experience of God’s world that occurs for me is what I try to speak of in my artwork. I am sharing what is most sacred to me – the humanly connective experiences to our Maker that are available for the taking, if I am open enough to them. The Kingdom, the Power and the Glory. These I encounter, revere and delight in whenever possible. They are incomprehensible in magnitude, and yet I can perceive them somewhat, in my most limited human way, if I make my heart and eyes and talents available to them. Human powers are very limited, but the resources of the Force who made us are infinite, nearby, available and will open up - like breaking clouds - to authentic human openness. This has been my most sacred experience.
- Kathy Marlene Bailey, January 2017
Despite the hardship imposed by the Cod Moratorium on commercial fishing, families in Newfoundland and Labrador have had designated days to catch and process codfish for their own family’s consumption. This smalltime industry contrasts in the harbour to multinational and corporate operating, and all the other sizes of fishing operations in between. Noteworthy to see in conjunction with this “Food Fishery” is the increasing interest in old technologies. In this painting, the Green family salts cod much like their ancestors did before the advent of freezing cod. Glaring differences are the big plastic buckets and the convenience of running water. Family co-operation has always been key to success in fishery operations in this province of all types and sizes.
The opening of my show “Harbour” on Thursday in St. John’s was nothing short of fantastic! The evening kicked of with two major sales of“I Look to the West”, 36x48”, and “Nightfall Over the Harbour” 26x36”. Thanks to Christina Parker Gallery for putting together and such a lovely reception! Thanks to so many art lovers and our friends from up the coast for trekking out.
This painting shows a long-lingering sunset that hangs wonderfully over the harbour sky, well into the early night hours. Three barely audible lights populate the night-blackened coast, revealing the wildness of the land that the port is set into. The wharf in contrast is lit with the busyness of its business. In fishing season, the busyness actually never stops. Boats enter the harbour at all hours. The fish plant processes the fresh catch immediately. Evenings’ quiet is punctuated by the forklift beeping and the clanging and clanging of human industry that revolves around the bounty of the preceding day, brought in from fishing boats large and small, from very close or far and wide.