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

Movie From My Window

January 6, 2013

Sunrise.

The first light touching the earth where I live following the darkness of night. A vivid blessing of illumination. A breathless experience of splendour.

My home is well situated for this: each day a large kitchen window shares a sunrise as I sip on coffee. Open the curtains and through this window, like on a large movie screen, an amazing episode presents light, energies and colours as only Nature creates. Visual ecstacy with, or without, the caffeine.

How to express this artistically is my current wonder. Large canvas, small canvas, does it really matter?

And as the canvas tells me what it wants, will Nature allow access to the precious colours as I mix the paints.

Energies are the catalyst: thank-you Nature for this wisdom. Yes, the energies of each sunrise touch my heart deeply.

So I will paint the sunrise in many ways: many versions. Wild expressions of energy. Vibrant abstractions of heavenly colours. Delicate calm spiritual moments. All meditations.

The journey begins.
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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

Paris On the Horizon

November 25, 2012

Paris, France, is now on my horizon.

My painting was shipped to Paris today and will arrive early next week. A few days from now I will follow. Our destination in Paris is the Salon 2012 held by the historic Societe Nationale des Beaux-arts in Le Carrousel du Louvre, December 13 to 16, 2012.

Did this last year too. I participated in Salon 2011 with a painting of a glacier shoreline location in Antarctica: the colours were blues and white. The painting was selected through the SNBA jury process.

This year, the SNBA jury selected a canvas predominantly in reds with whites and a splash of green. Very excited for this to be in Paris at Salon 2012: in creation, the image sourced from a place I’ve been but haven’t seen. Want to guess the title from the photo?

A good friend, artist Denise Buisman Pilger, in Montreal, filmed a super video of Salon 2011: includes great views outside the Louvre building, the Pyramid, the Carrousel du Louve and an excellent tour along some of the aisles in the exhibition hall. My painting makes an appearance in the video too. See if you can spot it “http://img.youtube.com/vi/odDmItwpw7Q/default.jpg” alt=””>

Paris in December is windy, damp and chilly. This didn’t hamper my spirits at Salon 2011 and I know my spirits will be running warm and high for Salon 2012. Just pack for the weather and enjoy every minute.

Watch for updates from Paris and Salon 2012!

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.