I’m Late, I’m Late, I’m Late – 2/20

Jonah, Sheila

Toronto, Ontario Canada

Serigraph, 10 x 10 inches

“Sheila Jonah is a Toronto based visual artist working in a variety of media including photography, bookmaking, papermaking, sculpture, textiles and traditional printmaking. Graduating from Ontario College of Art and Design with a BFA Honours in Printmaking, she has studied and lived in New Zealand, Vancouver, Winnipeg, Ottawa and Toronto, maintaining an art studio and darkroom in each location”

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McPhail, E

Oil on Canvas, 8 x 10 Inches

I purchased this art not only for the beauty in the painting but for sentimental reasons.

My grandfather had a farm near Lougheed, Alberta where I spent many of my summers as a teenager. Each day we would go out to check on the cattle and feed them oats. One of the places we checked the cattle was on the crest of a valley where the cattle would come up over the hill expecting treats. This image is almost identical to one of my favorite spots on our planet. Not that it was a tourist destination but because of my fond memories of my grandfather and the freedom I experienced when i spent my free time exploring the solitude and prairie beauty in the hills and valleys around my grandfathers farm.

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Update, 2018 ambitions

It’s been a while since I posted a piece of art that I’ve collected over the past couple of years. I wont’ get into the reasons why the long absence but a recent news article about a found piece of art from Group of Seven Artist, Tom Thomson, got me motivated to post again. Not that I’m hoping to strike it rich on any piece of art I’ve got in my collection – though that would be great if it happened – but I do find it fascinating that art has a life that goes beyond its creation.

Art, in its many different forms, touches lives and has a different value to each person who handles it. From the artist who creates it, to the person to whom it was given or the one who purchased it. Sometimes it ends up buried in a basement or attic , soon forgotten, only to reappear years and decades later hanging in one of the worlds fine art galleries. Other times it’s put aside and tossed in the trash bin or taken to the thrift store or charity shop subjectively priced based upon the individuals personal preference in art only to be purchased by someone else on a treasure hunt of their own. Some seek out art to fill a hole in a while, some because the art speaks to them and others to turn the art around and sell the piece to the highest bidder. It’s all part of the amazing story that goes well beyond the creative artist who created it.

I recently returned a piece of art back to the artists family. The young artist had passed away and the family was seeking out works of art of his. The art had immense value, not to the galleries or Auction houses in London, Paris or New York, but to the family and friends who shared the artists journey. The piece of art will likely be passed down, discarded again by some future generation with no connection to the artist. But the life of the art will continue.

The pieces of art I’ve collected need to tell their story, whatever that story is, even if it’s to let the artists know that their art is still appreciated, to educate someone else who may have a piece from the same artist or to reconnect a piece of art to a family or friend of the artist.

I won’t guarantee I’ll be regular on posting but I will do my best.

Edmonton grandmother’s gag gift confirmed as Tom Thomson painting