Canada Council Art Bank

New ducklings June 2007

Next Purchase

DEADLINE: OCTOBER 15, 2007 (postmarked)

The Canada Council Art Bank is pleased to announce an open call for submissions to its purchase program. We would appreciate if you could share this information sheet with all other artists in your community to ensure that we reach as many artists as possible.

Please keep the following points in mind when deciding which work to submit:

• One (1) work per artist (if more than one work is submitted, the entire submission will not be accepted); work must be current (within last 5 years); and the artist must be a Canadian citizen or a permanent resident of Canada
  
  
• The work must be suitable for public display in an office environment
  
  
• The amount available for this program is $350,000
  
  
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• Work will be juried in November 2007
  
  
• Results will be mailed in December 2007
  
  
• If work submitted is sold, alternate work will not be accepted
  
  
• Submissions should be sent to Suzanne Wolfe, Inventory Administrator, Canada Council Art Bank
  By regular mail: P.O. Box 1047, Ottawa, Ontario, K1P 5V8
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Surf and turf

I've been slowly working on my symbolic self portrait for Armin Mersmann's class. I try to do a little bit each day, mostly evenings before sleep or very early mornings when I wake. The image is 22 x 30 on illustration board and done with a variety of mechanical pencils and some regular pencils in harder leads that I can't get locally for mechanical holders.

There are just a handful of us left in this class still plugging away at our drawings. Progress when in high detail and large scale goes slowly, but is satisfying. I've mentally called it Surf & Turf, due to the elements of the drawing and can't seem to get that out of my head now.

I am still doing thumbnail sketches of what images I want to fill the right hand side of the drawing and/or some of the foreground. I have to admit that the rocks are defeating me a little but I'll persevere and get them to do what I want. The far left rock is starting to achieve the level of realism that I'm looking for. Fins of the fish are still in progress and I need a real fish to compare translucency and distortion of objects behind it. Guess I'll have to spend a bit more time at the fish counter. Finding a whole cod in Newfoundland is a lot harder than you would imagine it seems, but I guess another fish fin would do for comparison.

I've found the process of thinking through to reach the concept and come up with the ideas really stretching me and I enjoy it thoroughly. Like many things, initial difficulty is perception, not reality, because once you apply knowledge and careful thought, things fall into place.

Framed

At last I framed the Best of Show certificate that I received from the Realist Artists last month. Its a odd size, 14 x 18, but its done now and look quite presentable.

However it had a bit of an accident yesterday. I had a large portrait resting on the mantlepiece and a strong gust of wind slid it off crashing down on to the newly framed certificate I had resting below. With it came a Gallilean thermometer from the mantel which broke, spilling its liquid over everything including the certificate. It seeped into the back of the frame and crept up the certificate.

Luckily the certificate dried out and no damage was done, besides a chip to the portrait frame. I was amazed that no glass was broken aside from the thermometer.

Moral of the story: Put your framed piece on the wall - immediately.

The Pout

Why is it that Mondays always seem so busy? Everyone saves up their problems all weekend then lay them on my desk it seems. However, I got through the day with just some minor bruises to my ego and brain then took myself off for a run.

I used to be a runner til an ankle injury put a stop to that. Drawing isn't exactly an aerobic activity and eating too much helps middle aged spread -well spread - and I have missed running so I am making an attempt at getting back into it again using the Couch to 5K Running Program. I found a great podcast for each week that gets me through the runs, giving timing signals, music, warm up and cool down times. Its great. But the run was hard today and only into Week 1. It was warm and quite windy and I had been at work all day so not at my peak. I really need to run early mornings instead.

I have a box of 'goodies' that I collect while out and about of toys that I keep for when children come to visit. My house doesn't have small children living there anymore and there are few toys still lurking around so I add to the box when I see something that appeals to me.

This was one of a series of dolls that had those realistic looking faces and the expression on this face was irresistable to me. More so to draw it as well. Now, it sits in the box with an assortment of others waiting to be played with. It reminds a little of the expression I captured in my own daughter when she didn't want to do something. I believe my grand daughter may have similar expression at times.

I did it

I gritted my teeth and buoyed by suggestions from others, I tackled a flower. Now its not a great flower, and I know there are elements of it that I could change, but it IS a flower. And flowers scare me. I guess I should make that the past tense: flowers scared me.

They still do,but I think it is because my interest lies more in drawing animals or people rather than landscapes or flowers, so I shy away from them. However, the experience wasn't quite as painful as anticipated, so maybe I'll have a go at another one. This was sketched out in pencil, then a wash of watercolour and finally some touches with my rapidograph pen.

Blook

I've been looking at ways to preserve my 18 months of blogging. I wonder when or if I stop writing, will all my efforts, images and thoughts be lost in cyberspace as I forget passwords and programs? So I want to keep these thoughts in a more permanent place.

In Blurb, I have the option of creating a book which is quite permanent and I rather like the idea of doing so. I did a mock up of the blog to date and it came out as 442 pages and 681 images. That's a hefty book and no doubt may cost a few pennies to produce. However, now that I have the blog downloaded I may create my own version if for no other reason than to have a hard copy of it at least on cd or on my hard drive.

I'm calling the baby vulture finished. The black colorfix paper and derwents seem to make a good marriage with not too much loss of colour on the black, as there is in some paper types. I love the texture of the colorfix paper and may order more. As usual, the final image does not do justice to the piece in real life, where it has much more clarity and colour depth.

Flowers scare me

I love flowers, the shapes, colours and scents, but I can't draw them. I have a mental block when faced with blooms. All those complex shapes folding, curving with subtle changes of shades and tiny creases. Flowers scare me.

Yet I am surrounded by them. Currently the crabapple tree is in full bloom despite the fog and rain and I look at it and thing how lovely to be able to recreate it in paints or coloured pencil, yet I know that it will just become another sheet of paper crumpled in the bin in frustration.

The greenhouse is overflowing the flowers too, destined for the Indian wedding next month. There are bouquets of them around the house, its like living in a florist's shop and will get worse as the first blooms are removed from the plants to make way for more. There are going to be a LOT of flowers this year.

Maybe I'll be brave and tackle a drawing of a simple flower and work my way up to something more complex. One of the marigolds maybe or the clematis that is flowering now. Tips on tackling flowers is appreciated.

Fast cars and watercolours

I completed this line drawing this weekend and hope to develop it further in watercolour. Watercolour is a medium that I do work in from time to time and really need more practice with. Years ago when I worked with Tom Greenshields, we would go out in his car and do a little watercolour painting of a variety of scenes. He competently, me, hit and miss. He had an E-type Jaguar which everyone used to envy. Tom's reason for keeping it was that it had a 'lovely little shelf that folds down on the dash' that he could balance his water bottle on when painting from inside the car on damp or cold days.

I was never a car snob, but enjoyed good looking cars, the Jaguar being no exception. I owned several sports cars myself, the first being an MGB convertible here in Newfoundland. It was a perfect little two seater that worked like a charm most of the time. Of course it developed some charms of its own with age. Like the fact that the headlights would come on when you closed the door. I cut my teeth on mechanics with that car too, mastering all sorts of things before my ability dwindled and I let the professionals take over.

In the UK, I had my second MBG, the GT model and that car survived kids and dogs stuffed into the tiny seat behind the front seats and I loved the car. The photo shows my youngest daughter with the car outside my house in England.

That car provided my first excursion into crime.

I stole it.

Well, it was mine at the time, but a soon to be ex husband decided to borrow it and never return it, so in the predawn one morning I 'recovered' it with the help of a tow truck, had all the locks changed on the doors and life went on beautifully with my car. When I finally had to sell it to accomodate growing children and life, even the license plates were profitable. They had a certain letter/number sequence that was wanted by people and a company in London bought the plates from me for 450 pounds sterling. I believe the landlord of a pub in Sussex bought them.

I still rather wish I had that car again...

The little things

Chinese Goose in the herb bed

When I draw something it is always as if I see if for the first time. It feels as if I am a child again, rediscovering every item in minute detail. The ribs of my bottle of water become cobalt ribs with highlights and shapes that amaze me. The feathers of a bird are composed of hundreds of little ribs connected to its neighbour with tiny fluffy lines. I love discovering and rediscovering so much of what is around me when I draw.

I can get lost in drawing the same way I can get lost in a book. The world disappears and 'the zone' takes over. In that zone, nothing else exists. Not time, or space or people or surroundings. When I try to explain that to people it sounds as if I'm on drugs but its quite the opposite. I'm not escaping, I'm concentrating so hard that only what is on the end of my pencil or brush is in focus, the rest of the world is tuned out.

With books, there is a similar escape, but in words. In a post by Alyson Stanfield in her email newsletter she talks about the images conjured up by words and how perhaps we miss detail in our everyday life. I recall reading a number of 'wordy' books and sometimes having to read the same paragraph several times to have it make sense to me or simply for the pleasure of creating the detailed painting in my head that the words formed.

To bring this one step closer to art, I recall a drawing challenge that involved books. You stand in front of a bookcase containing any type of books. Close your eyes and randomly pick a book from the shelf. Eyes still closed, open the book to a page, run a finger across the pages and stop. Open your eyes and read the paragraph that your finger has stopped on. Illustrate that paragraph. If you happen to stop at an illustration, move on til you stop at text. Its a fabulous exercise to create images from words and a great method of breaking a slump in art work.

What did I chose? The book that came into my hand was The Fatal Shore by Robert Hughes, art critic of Time magazine. The passage I don't recall and the drawing heaven knows where. But its an exercise that I'd like to try again. Any takers to join in?

Vulture baby

I experimented with my new art supplies today, some colorfix paper and the full set of Derwent Drawing pencils and this was the result. The image was in the Weekend Drawing Event at WetCanvas and this is the drawing at about the 2 hour mark, with lots left to go.

I love how the colorfix paper accepts the pencil and know from previous experience using a sample with pastels that those are the perfect marriage with this support. However, it seems to do very well with the waxy Derwents too. I love the soft colours of the full set, having only experienced the earth tones before.

Goslings

The next batch of eggs have hatched last night and this morning. These are Embden geese and the parents parade around the yard. Embdens are the classic white goose - sort of like Mother Goose of fairytales. I like the look of geese, but I don't like their temperment. And this little guy, less than a day old, has 'the look' about him to prove me right. Moments before this image was taken he was busy biting me furiously. Something about me and geese...

This guy was the first to hatch while his brothers and sisters were staggered. It always amazes me just how they can break out of a shell, as those shells are very hard. But they seem to always manage it, greeting the world as wet, bedraggled little creatures, who turn into balls of fluff.

The eggs have marks on them so that you know which way it was last turned. Incubated eggs need turning several times a day, so a mark on one side helps you remember and make sure they're all turned. In a natural incubation under the goose, she would rearrange the eggs during the day and night and moisture from her feathers would help. Without the goose there, its a little trickier with lots of turning and spraying the eggs with water.

What about Bob?

There are a number of Bobs in my world, but none quite like this chap here. Bob is Paulette's Great Dane and a real character by the sounds of it as he enters his senior years.

I love the breed and drawing dogs so I asked her if I could use a reference of hers to draw him and she agreed. Here is the line drawing. I loved this pose and how the huge paw is tucked under his chin.

New toys

They're here. But they come with a price tag. A little notice was in the post box that there is a parcel for me at the post office, with $11.47 owing on it. Most likely the duty that the Government wants to suck out of me for the privilege of being able to order art supplies from the USA. I find it so frustrating not being able to buy the range of supplies that I want within Canada and having to order from the USA. The pricing is great as the US/Canadian dollar exchange rate is so good right now - about .94 cents Cdn. to the US dollar when last I heard. But then they ding me for duty. So much for free trade. Hmph.

However, I guess I can't complain, I'm probably the only person in Newfoundland who will have wads of Colorfix paper and the full range of Derwent Drawing pencils! Now, to get back into Torbay before the post office shuts at 5pm.....there is the challenge during the week. I may just have to wait til Saturday morning to go there and pick it up. But I want it nowwwwwww......

Here a little sketch of Tripod, sleeping soundly like an old man on his side head up, mouth open slightly. Can you hear the gentle snores? He's priceless.

And as of the time of writing seven ducklings have hatched, Pekins and mixed breed. They are so cute, I just love baby ducks - adults to for that matter. I watched a pair of the Pekins in the back garden the other day. The female was frantically sifting through the flowerbed looking for bugs as always while the male stood there looking for all the world like a bored husband waiting at the mall. It was funny, I wish I'd had the camera then. The Pekins and a mixed breed male have claimed the pond for their own. I must say they do look great on the water. The contrast and activity there is so natural. Sometimes the Embden geese wander down and make them all leave, but for the most part they spend their day there in peace.

Bruno

Bruno
graphite 8 x 5
sketch copyright Jeanette Jobson

"Not the least hard thing to bear when
they go from us, these quiet friends,
is that they carry away with them so
many years of our lives. Yet, if they
find warmth therein, who would
begrudge them those years that they
have so guarded?
And whatever they take,
be sure they have deserved."

--- John Galsworthy ---

My sister's dog has died. He was adopted as a stray, a big grey faced part Lab, part who knows what, who loved people, food and sneaking naps on the sofa. Age crept up on him and with it the problems that aging bring.

I did this sketch of him last year, but as he hated having his photo taken, there never was a good reference to use, so the sketch never was elaborated into a portrait.

Fiddleheads & crabapple tea

I took the day off work, having worked two weekends in a row. I know I'll likely pay the price tomorrow with shovel fulls of work waiting for me, but for the day, I've ignored that possibility and settled down to some drawing, as well as the usual things that occupy my day to day life.

I want to do some more coloured pencil work and have started with the line drawing of 'Crabapple Tea' which I transfered to a piece of Somerset Velvet paper that my daughter sent to me. The image is from Diana Ponting and is in the reference library in WetCanvas.

I added a little colour with prismas to the paper and am not sure if I like the result or not yet. I may end up transferring the drawing to a piece of Stonehenge instead. The Somerset Velvet is gorgeous paper with a soft texture, often used for printmaking and sometimes pastels. Similar in some ways to Stonehenge but softer. It may take a little experimentation. As a result the coloured pencil sinks into the tooth and little bits of the paper have more heavily pigmented areas. I'll play with it a little more and see what happens.

I wandered around the property today looking for inspiration for drawings and paintings. I am never disappointed with choice it seems. The road leading off into the woods is always inviting with shadow and light playing on it.

Ferns, unfurling look very prehistoric, as they should and amaze me at their complexity. I haven't figured out if these ferns are the 'fiddleheads' that can be eaten or not. I'm not going to experiment just in case. I can buy fiddleheads in the shops for a short period of time in late spring, but I've never actually bought some and cooked them. The fiddlehead fern, which tastes like a cross between asparagus, green bean and okra, is an annual industry worth $2 million in New Brunswick.

The sunlight was shining through the trees in the woods. There is something fascinating yet a little eerie about the woods. I love the shapes and colours of the trees and how the light moves around them, but being in the midst of them, its so quiet, it kind of creeps me out a little. That or the thought of a moose or something appearing more like!

Never ending source

Wash Day

9 x 12 Graphite
copyright Jeanette Jobson

Tripod is a never ending source of inspiration for drawing. I'm beginning to believe that is the purpose he arrived on my doorstep last fall. Aside from being a dog trapped in a cat's body, he also has the ability to pose for 10 or 15 minutes at a time, not twitching a muscle - the perfect model.

I caught him washing himself for this sketch. He isn't great at this task, having one front leg only, but he tries. Unfortunately, his efforts are in vain, as he tends to roll in the dirt and tries to get my attention when I go out by running in front of me, then dropping and rolling. He's nearly been stepped on several times that way. But he doesn't let that deter him. He knows if he is persistant enough and loud enough I'll pick him up and carry him around on my walk around the property. Yes, he has me trained.

Work and colour

This has been a crazy week for work. I seem to flit from meeting to meeting to meeting on a variety of topics, then get back to the office to find another load of emails asking me to more meetings, conferences, teleconference calls, etc., etc.

This week's meetings have been interspersed with presentations. Why is that at the office I can get a power point presentation to work beautifully, but when I get to the site and hook it up to the data projector it decides it wants none of it? It performed true to form today at my presentation, but luckily I was rescued by a techie guy who even acted as my assistant, forwarding slides on the laptop. I was impressed.

Tomorrow I do another presentation (yes Saturday morning). Its the nature of non profit organizations, you work when others work - in addition to regular working hours. You get time off in lieu of payment for overtime and you can't take the time off because the work builds up when you're gone and you work longer to get it done, accruing more time in lieu, etc., etc., etc. If the average person could experience day to day operations of a non profit organization they would view the world very differently. Nothing is taken for granted in a non profit as it often is in private enterprise. People don't spend frivolously in non profits, every penny is crucial to existance. Its a very different way of life that has good and bad aspects.

Drawing has taken a bit of backseat this week, as work has occupied most of my time. I try to go into my studio for a little while before bed and add a bit more graphite to my drawing which I am doing for Armin Mersmann's class, but that's slow going too. I'm enjoying it, but it's a challenging drawing. This weekend I want some colour in my drawings so I'm going to have another go at this sketch which I started awhile go. It is a coloured pencil drawing of me when I was 21 months old. It was done on the only version of mylar that I could find at the time and is too grainy and was never completed. I do have some proper drafting film now which I found at my printers. Its amazing what you find out about in general conversation... So I will try this one again. THe original photo was black and white - no we didn't have colour film all those years ago - or at least my parents didn't. So the colours are very much from my imagination and hazy memories of my mother.

Art in your ear

The world is full of those who communicate and those who listen. Podcasts fulfil the needs of both, and even those of artists, as I've discovered. Podcasts are a newish form of communication to the masses. Wikipedia defines a podcast as this:

A podcast is a digital media file, or a series of such files, that is distributed over the Internet using syndication feeds for playback on portable media players and personal computers.

Art is a very visual medium so why even consider podcasts about art? Well, they provide access to a lot of information that normally would never be available to most of us. From art history, museum, technique, design, marketing and the business of art, they are all available to download to a portable media player such as an iPod or available to listen to online through your computer's speakers.

If you have an iPod you can access lists of podcasts through the iTunes program, but there are lots of other podcast search engines available to find the programs you are looking for. I have a couple of favourites that I listen to regularly and keep an eye out for others that may come up from time to time by searching online for new editions.

Here are a couple of links to get you going in the quest for art through your ears.

Podcast search engines
Podcast.net
Podcast.com
EPN (Education Podcast Network)
iTunes

Interested in voicing your own views in a podcast?
How to create your own podcast
GarageBand and iWeb
Gcast

Finally a few of the podcasts that I'm currently subscribed to
ArtBizBlog
Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden - Smithsonian museum for contemporary art
SF Moma
Guggenheim
Tate Modern/ London

Experiment, search and see what you come up with.

More cats

I am overdue to do another dog portrait, but found myself drawing this cat which was this week's challenge in a weekly drawing thread. I guess cats and dogs are similar exercises in form and colour and fur...lots of fur. I'll work on it for another day or so, but its more a sketch than a drawing then it goes into the files.

Towers and pigs

I played with an image of a tower that had wonderful lighting. The tower is located in Laguna Beach in Southern California where I was in February. This drawing was done in pen and ink with coloured pencil, about 11 x 14. It is an image I keep threatening to paint in oils and I will. Eventually.

The next experiment is a little video of the piglets filmed yesterday in the barn. They LOVE potatoes in any form and this is the chaos that ensues when they all try to eat out of the same trough. The noise in the background are the geese who were still in their pens in the barns. They are soooooooo noisy!