Process; Friday November 26, 2010 I applied a first layer of liquid colour to pre-primed canvas undercoated with black and white paint.
Hi All,
That season is upon us now.
Making the 2010 holiday season bright and clear and even more colourful and radiant, Galerie 240 in Ottawa presents a group show of Galerie 240 artists titled, “Silver Bells, Golden Giving.”
Silver Bells, Golden Giving features work from Brenda Gale Warner, Tom Wilson, Bana, Jeanne Wilkinson, Sheryl Saddiqui, Valerie Roos, Eamon, Leona Brown and John Redmond.
Here is the total silver-gold scoop on the poster;
Location Location Location;
Galerie 240, 240 Guigues Ave., Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Galerie 240 is located in the market area of downtown Ottawa. In the birds eye photo you can see a house sandwiched between buildings on the right side of the photo. Click to view the map. Galerie 240 is located in a beautiful heritage building constructed around 1870.
To find the gallery, turn right on Guigues from Cumberland. Galerie 240 is at the end of the street near King Edward.
Gallery Hours - Wednesday to Sunday, Noon to 6 pm.
Galerie 240 will open outside of regular gallery hours to suit your needs. Galerie 240 will ship worldwide. You can email Galerie 240 at: brendagalewarner@mac.com 613.680.0866
And now back from our commercial break;
FOUR ON THE FLOOR
Lasts week I put four 24” x 24” x 1/2” pre-primed canvases on the floor and began to lay down some black and white undercoating. That takes several days to dry. Last evening (Nov. 26) I spread newspaper on the floor put two of them down ready to paint. I cleaned my spaghetti sauce paint mixing jars, pulled the acrylic paints and brushes out from storage, and I mixed some paint. I simply add a coffee mug full of water to the jars and then dip a brush in to the acrylic paint. The glob of colour that ends up on the brush looks to be about a tablespoon full but I simply eyeball the measurement. My thought was to make a thin mix of paint so the colour would be pale. I think this may be a nice contrast to the black. I can always add some stronger paint later.
Below are some images of the black and white undercoating.
The first layer of colour has dried as I type and I have put a second layer on one of the two paintings which are in process now.
And so the painting continues.
I’ll keep you posted. Time-Space is a rather lumpy sort of ‘thing’ flowing at different rates in different places. You may find the update a paragraph below or in the next posting. LoL
During the past half a handful of weeks I have been writing another song. It began one cold fall evening when I got the urge to write a tune. Noticing that it was cold outside I began…,” There’s a chill outside and the wind is blowing cold…” I played around with a chord or three and soon I had a verse. One verse leads to another and a bad chorus and then a good one and the chopped bad chorus becomes the break. It was the break all along but I didn’t know it. Plus it is not that it was ‘bad’ but it was not the hook, the catchy chorus I hoped for. I’m sharing the lyrics as they are now.
Borne By Fire – john russell redmond Nov. 2010
There’s a chill outside
And the wind is blowing cold
Frost is spreading
Through the garden once so green
Sun King’s gone to bed
Put another log on the coals
Slide a litter closer
Warm yourself by the fireside
We’ll be warm by the fire
We’ll be dreaming in the flickering light
We’ll be glowing in the flames
We are borne by the fire
We are borne by fire
We are born in flame(s)
Flames are rising
And their warming
The stone cold stone
Fire light, shades and shadows
Through a darkened room
We’re dancing in the flames
Put another log on the coals
Let a dream be gently reeling
In the autumn night
We’ll be warm by the fire
We’ll be dreaming in the flickering light
We’ll be glowing in the flames
We are borne by the fire
We are borne by fire
We are born in flame(s)
Flame, fire
Flame, through the night
Flame, Fire
Flame, fire cold stone
Flame, fire
Flame, in the heart
There’s a chill outside
And the wind is blowing cold
Frost is spreading
Through the garden once so green
Sun King’s gone to bed
Put another log on the coals
Slide a litter closer
Warm yourself by the fireside
We’ll be warm by the fire
We’ll be dreaming in the flickering light
We’ll be glowing in the flames
We are borne by the fire
We are borne by fire
We are born in flame(s)
We are born in flame(s)
We are born in flame(s)
We are born in flame(s)
Update; Argh. Late at night after a movie I added some paint of various colours to the canvas I have been working on. In the morning I awoke and it appeared that the colours had mixed and much of the canvas seemed muddied. I contemplated putting the canvas under the shower and scrubbing off what colour I could and begin reapplying. However, I decided to push on and added a bit of red and yellow…we shall see. I can always rely on the shower.
That is all for now.
Silver bells will soon be ringing . . . See you at the 240.
ciao,
John Redmond
Ottawa, Canada
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