Pam Dallaire is an artist living in Smooth Rock Falls, Ontario, Canada. Pam shares her painting progress as it happens.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Vacation from painting.
I'm not sitting like a blob in front of the tv on my self inflicted vacation. I've been on the computer morning till night creating a workshop series on Adobe Photoshop and Computer Basics for artists! I'm doing these free of charge, in conjunction with the Porcupine Art Club as part of their 60th anniversary.
Note: If anyone is looking for a Great Photo Editing program, equal to Photoshop, I suggest GIMP! No charge, just download from the internet.
I'm also working on a second website for the club, to mentor young local artists on-line.
As you can see, I'm not bored! I do get some interesting reading done in the evening. (There's NOTHING on television.) I get to read my favourite murder mystery series, "The Cat Who..." by Lillian Jackson Braun. Yes, it is a CAT that helps solve all the murders. :)
So, until my self imposed vacation is over, around the 25th of Aug., have a great summer!
Pam
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Art In The Park 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
November art show.
I have to do one self-portrait (already started) and create another piece that shows what inspires me (can be inspired by words from a poem or music). The name of the show will be, "Artist and Inspiration".
The self portrait won't be hard, it's already started, about 1/2 done, painted from life using a mirror.
My painting desk and table easel will be in the background with the "Inspiration" piece in progress on the easel. I have to find the perfect inspiration piece to match the poem I have chosen.
FRIENDS IN THE FOREST
by Bernard Freeman Trotter, 1906 in Wolfville.
Second Lieutenant, Eleventh Leicesters, Killed in Action, in France, May 7, 1917.
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Give me no crowded city,
When my heart is lone, and sad,
With its countless thronging thousands.--
The tumult would drive me mad.
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In the throbbing life of the city,
Who cares for another's moan?--
Tho' around me the crowd were surging,
I should stand by myself, alone.
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Give me no heaving ocean,
Give me no wind-swept plain;
For there--is but time for brooding,
Nothing to heal the pain.
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But give me the wide-spread forest,
With its hemlock, and beech, and pine,
With its ash, and its oak, and its maple,
And its ferns, and its mosses fine,
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With its rocky glens and streamlets,
And the music of water-falls,
With its birds, and beasts, and flowers,
And its dreamy wild-wood calls.
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Tho' I wander, alone, through the forest,
There are friends upon every hand:
Tried friends, who comfort and soothe me,
As they whisper "We understand."
Pam
Friday, August 10, 2007
A puzzle.
The Answer: The SAME thing she does when NOT on vacation!
SIGH.....
I'm obsessed! I MUST BE....otherwise I would not want to paint when I told myself that I was on vacation.
Oh well.... I couldn't help it so....here is step 1 of "Cello".
Acrylic on canvas, 24.5 x 29.5"
I'll probably work on something else tonight...I give in. :)
Pam