Voice of the Wildnerness ~ Howling wolf painting

Voice of the Wilderness ~ 6″ x 6″ oil on hardboard panel
You know those days when you just can’t wake up? The alarm goes off, and your eyes creak open like a rusty door. Your body feels like a piece of waterlogged oak, and your brain feels like oatmeal? There’s no excuse, no one to blame. No late night party or bottle of wine…I’m having one of those days. My eyes are half open as I type, and I’m already on my third yawn, even before I’m done the first paragraph. The one thing that I successfully accomplished today was this painting! It seems that my brain works fine on autopilot…Yay! I didn’t have to think much at all for this one. An amazing wildlife photographer, who is a previous collector of mine, graciously offered up his artistry with the lens by suggesting I paint this photo he took of a wolf in Yellowstone. So really he did the easy part for me. All I had to do was paint what was in front of me. 

White Wolves and goats…

The Stare-Down ~ 6″ x  6″ oil on handcut hardboard panel
So…I’ve read that it is important to share things about yourself as an artist and a blogger…really, my life isn’t all that interesting, but if you’ve ever wondered, here are five totally useless things about me that you probably didn’t know:
  1. I curl my toes under when I sit. Yup, weird, eh? (Oh yeah, I’m Canadian too, can’t you tell!) I’ve done it for as long as I can remember. I have big calluses on all of my toe-knuckles…Attractive, isn’t it?
  2. I chew the inside of my cheek when I’m nervous, bored, thinking…well, for any reason, really. It’s a habit I’m trying really hard to break, because it makes me really ugly, but it’s not working. See! I’m chewing it right now! Sigh:(
  3. The sound I hate most in the world is when a musician slides their finger down the string and their nail hits it and it makes…THAT SOUND! I just got jeebed out thinking about it…(shudder)
  4. My most favourite snack in the world is popcorn with coconut oil and curry powder. I sometimes eat it for lunch. Yum…I think I’ll go make some. I’m hungry.
  5. And finally, number five…I was a total dork in school. I mean the dorky dork. No friends, chubby with inch and a half curly hair…can you say mini fro?!, and I smelled like goats…I had to milk them before school. Not a pretty picture, really. 

Well, I hope that you all still like me after that brutal confessional. If you don’t, at least I hope you still like my art!

So bye until next time…when I talk about the consequences of goat milking on teenage developement…