October 28, 2019

I am not the kind of person to sit on someone else’s toilet wondering, “When will I be resilient, and what is a socially acceptable amount of time to spend in here?”.

Sometimes a social event can be tricky, and you didn’t know you weren’t up for it.  I don’t know the ot...

September 22, 2019


At the trail intersection the sign reads: "0.3km Boardwalk To Lake Lookout."
 
This is an unexpected treat. With water sloshing in my knapsack, thick socks under hiking boots, we hang right and take the detour. 
 
Two parallel planks resting on logs, one followin...

July 30, 2019

Moody weather makes me feel more at home in the world. 

I yearn for strong winds and wild places. 

When the dark clouds require us to clear the deck and batten down the hatches I am yielding, happiest to be alive. A storm requires nothing of me; neither cheerfulness nor...

May 9, 2019

Snow hits the windshield wipers on an April night. The passenger seat is warm. 

I turn to my husband Jake.

“Remember those nightmares in which I couldn’t find my voice to yell for help? Startled and gasping, I would wake myself up? I haven’t had one of those in a long ti...

February 11, 2019

“I am Here” 40 x 30, (Glass),

by Rosemary Leach

Millie-Rose, age 4, is under the walnut tree, concentrating hard, and moving sticks on our grassy lawn. We chat about things she likes, what she did yesterday. 

She reminds me of my own kids; grubby with play, curated mismat...

January 9, 2019

I was taking a shortcut, scrambling up a steep rock face, fingers grabbing a horizontal crack in the granite, lichen like crispy green brown cornflakes growing from the crystalline surface, Georgian Bay behind me.

To my left,18" from my hand, a greige snake slither...

October 10, 2017

As a salve to some loneliness,I have doggedly carried around a book by Natalie Goldberg called Living Color. For 15 years.

I have it on my table in the studio. And then beside my bed under a pile of New Yorkers.

And then I take it on holiday.

Technically, she isn't my...

April 13, 2017

Contemplative aspects of the painter's life. Inner worlds described with images. Contemplation, ready, begin.

March 7, 2017

Montreal Café

Sitting in the middle of a tufted velvet green couch is a man with salt and pepper hair.

He sits beside a middle aged woman. She has a look I am usually drawn to; a long face and toothy with eyes closely set. She wears a turtleneck, her long wavy hair sits...

November 25, 2016

 The Less Obvious Journey, 24 x 36. $1350.

This past weekend I entered an empty auditorium. I sat down at the front and lifted the tiny writing table.

“This is where I make announcements for the Engineering Society,” my son said, standing at beside the podium, scratching...

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