Trees Always Catch The Moment

February 28, 2013

Trees wait quietly all night for the show. And seldom are they disappointed as each morning new sunlight brings colours for the clouds to wear as spectacular fashion.

It begins with a whisper of light spreading loudly over the sky while the sun lifts from the horizon and the clouds swarm through the colours. And then it all fades away.

You miss it if you sleep late but the trees always catch the moment.
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Considered a pointillism master, Jim Pescott paints landscapes of Alberta real estate (and other places). In Jim’s own words, “I paint the land because it touches everyone.” Visit his website http://www.jimpescott.com To contact Jim about a painting or a project call 403-870-0591 or email him at info@jimpescott.com

Standing Ajar

January 9, 2013

Glimmers melt softly into the darkness: each morning holds breathless possibilities.

Then a slight stain appears as a drop of red in a barrel of water would be.

A visual whisper.

From this, sunrise fuels the day with reflections on the possibilities of our heart.

Emily Dickinson may have been sensing a sunrise when she wrote, “The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience”.

A magnificent sunrise begins slowly. A radiant process defined by nothing seen before and welcomed as an old friend. And we watch as our souls stand ajar amidst the possibilities.
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A landscape painter, considered a pointillism master, Jim creates in Calgary, Alberta. For more, see his facebook page http://www.jimpescott.com/JimPescottPaintingsinDots

Forever Friends

November 22, 2012

Many ‘forever friends’ wait at local animal shelters. Simply respond to the love reaching out from the kennel spaces and a forever friend is yours. A feel good experience if ever there was one.

My first take on ‘forever friend’, not being fully aware of the rescue shelter context, was the words described so warmly how art is in our lives. How many times have we looked at a painting and said, “I love it” with no concern for reasons why?

The choice of a painting, much as happens at a rescue shelter, involves unlimited emotion. We respond and then we carry the painting home: it becomes a friend forever simply because we love how it reaches out to us. All paintings reach out to people.

Something I know, as an artist creating images with paint on canvas for many years, is that each new painting begins a journey into friendship once it leaves the studio easel. I’ve watched this happen endlessly: some paintings connect immediately while others take their time, and a few simply can’t find their way. Sadly, such unlimited friendship, when offered, is not always accepted.

Much like accepting the love of pets at the rescue shelter, friendships with paintings are as different as the people they choose. Forever friends are diverse and enduring.

My hope is the rescue shelter fills your heart with loving response and that paintings do the same.
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Experience how paintings reach out, http://www.jimpescott.com/gallery-canada/
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Also, a big, big ‘thank-you’ to Peter who sent a note in response to my previous post about mountains in the Rogers Pass. Peter did some marvellous online research to share that the mountain in the photograph is known as “The Camels”: if you look again at the photo, the reason for the name seems obvious.

Yesterday, I drove across the Province of British Columbia. A trip literally from the shoreline of Georgia Straight to the Great Divide at the Alberta border, and then I continued to Calgary. It took 13+ hours for the journey including stops for fuel, road coffee and a bowl of chilli.

Darkness at the beginning and darkness at the end brought definition to full grey tones of a day filled with slush, compact snow and clouds of dirty road spray on the windshield. Only once did the sky open, allowing sunshine to touch the earth as a breathless whisper of light at the summit of Rogers Pass.

The moment seems so very paintable. But painting isn’t possible. There is nowhere to park: nowhere to open the paint box. Not enough time either.

The alternative is to stop to take a photo. A quick shot with my phone camera as I stand beside the car. “Click”, and at once the moment spoils: I get back into my car just as a large truck passes spraying a monsoon over everything.

The grandeur, simply the grandeur, makes the camera image: snow white brilliance with blue sky showcasing magnificence. Dazzling.
Don’t know if the mountain has a name. Certainly, the mountain won’t know my name. Simply a connection during a flash of sunshine.

Blue Coffee

November 14, 2012

Blue coffee tastes much like regular coffee. The same for red coffee. Yellow too.

I’ve tried them all and, while colours haven’t caught on with boutique coffee haunts, I wonder if someday the experience will be available to everyone. If so, the colours will hopefully have a source other than acrylic paint from tubes as my coffee spectrum involves.

Coffee is my companion in the studio: not sure of its role in the creative process but it seems to have opinions. Acrylic paint is water soluble and in this there no preference on water source. If the mug is too close to the palate, a paint brush inevitably will be swished in caffeine for cleaning rather than the clear water close by.

Creativity moves my thoughts to places unknown and a clean brush, when you need one, is a clean brush. The solution is to cover the mug.

Imbibing rainbow coffee happens often at a cafe I enjoy. People go to cafes for lunch: I go to this cafe to paint, make new friends, and joy the coffee as I’ve done for many years.

The small round cafe table means a paintbox is essential for supplies and as an easel. All this in a confined space seems so unavoidably aligned for coffee colouring. A go-cup with a lid is essential.

Given the options available, my favourite coffee is black.

Living With Art

June 17, 2012

For most of us, sleep consumes a large portion of life.

When we sleep, most of us dream much like we are at the movies but without the popcorn.

When we awake, the show ends and life resumes. There may be day dreams at times, but the awake time is often filled with functions and pragmatics. The theatre of our awake life seldom performs as when we wish ourselves a “good night”.

Can we introduce things to make our day something more? For example: the work of an artist who blends “her classical artistic training with spirituality and healing energy merged into paintings” could be an option. Basically, this is about owning original art: a painting that speaks deeply to you. But not just a painting as there are so many options involving art and what touches you personally. What YOU feel is what really matters in looking at art that provides you nourishment in the spaces where you live and where you work.

Live with art that nourishes you always. The nourishment can be “sprituality and healing” but it can be anything else that matters to you.

Another artist writes , “When thinking of Art one should not exclusively think of museums or art galleries, art should be a integral part of our LIVING SPACE, OFFICE SPACE and inspire our daily lives with colorful and original objects. Living with Art is in itself an Art”.  Include original art in the spaces where we live and where we work.

Don’t walk away from art you love, bring it into your life.

If you’ve been “living with art”, what are your experiences. Please, please share with us.

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Jim Pescott is an international contemporary artist who lives and works in Calgary, Alberta. To connect with Jim about his original paintings, or a project you have in mind, call 403-870-0591, or email hime at paintwithdots@shaw.ca. His website is http://www.jimpescott.com

Windows In The Trees

May 1, 2012

Looking through trees it seems there are windows allowing me a view. And there are tiny eyes looking out from the trees as though windows allow them a view as well. On both sides, we simply watch.

Is a big part of life about watching through windows?

We “people watch” as though people are on the other side of the glass: perhaps they too watch us. And please don’t tell me you resist the opportunity, at dusk while walking in the dusk light of the evening, to look through the windows of homes where the lights are on and the curtains are open. Facebook seems a window place. Weather, too, seems a window moment: we watch the weather from our kitchen window. Television augments the window experience with an entire weather providing a window on meteorology anywhere in the world.

Perhaps the most interesting window of all: when we frame a work of art.