Movie From My Window

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

Trees With Ideas

Trees with ideas.Trees that express themselves. They test the limits with trunks and branches and leaves: we can only guess at what happens underground. And sunlight becomes a partner as the day proceeds: bouncing light and splashing shadows over the ground.

Trees with ideas share loudly in the quiet of spaces. They love to surprise. And they touch me with teasing.

 

 

 

Not Ever Been There

I’ve been somewhere recently but I’ve not ever been there.

You’ve done this, right? Places in your thoughts like a vacation spot you dream about or maybe a new place to live that sounds wonderful. You have an image based on something but it isn’t based you having been there. Where have you been but you’ve not ever been there?

For me, as I work on a canvas, I’m often taken to see a place but I’ve never been there. I paint lots from real sources, real places, but there are options and eventually there is interpretation. It is something like looking at a black and white picture in a book and not knowing what the real colours are or what exisits beyond any edge of the image: with this, creativity awakens.

So I’ve been there but not ever been there. Every new canvas is so exciting.

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Jim Pescott lives and creates in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. He is an international contemporary artist: he recently exhibited in the Salon 2011 held by the Societe Nationale des Beaux-art in Paris at the Carrousel du Louvre. http://www.jimpescott.com   http://facebook.com/jimpescottpaintingsindots

“Venice Siesta”

For the first half day in Venice, I found no adequate words to describe what I was seeing or feeling. I walked a labyrinth of passages while watching something quite incredible. The buildings, the boats and the canals seemed held together in a marvelous balance yet I couldn’t grasp what was plainly there for me to see. And it wasn’t until I sat to sip an Americano a table alongside a canal that I fully understood what it was I was supposed to see. Reflections! Amazing reflections. Everywhere. Reflections mirroring everything in the city to make it seem like two cities. Reflections enveloping me like I’m floating inside a balloon with lovely dreams painted on the sides.

“Venice Siesta” is one of the uncountable reflections I enjoyed in Venice. I have a series of these to paint.

“Venice Reflections”

Two weeks ago I was in Venice, Italy, where I’m pretty sure I walked along every canal in the city although it is easy to be fooled about this given how streets and canals mingle. Certainly I encountered the same space more than once on a number of occassions: some people might call this being lost but I will only say it was so good at such locations the first time that to return was even more delightful. I will, however, confess to feeling overwelmed at the end of each day: visually overwhelmed to be specific. The oasis for me amidst all this was watching reflections on the water.

“Venice Reflections” relates to this oasis. I found this one mid-morning when I’d bought a wonderful espresso and stood outside the shop to watch things as I sipped absorbingly. Buildings everywhere in Venice seem newly painted with versions of patina and the canals blend these in soothing melodies like no where else I know. Big patches of dancing colours disturbed only by boats slicing through to spalsh everything back onto the buildings.

Prince Edward Island Shore Walk

A family asked if I would paint them as they walked along a favourite place they have on the shores of Prince Edward Island. Yes! Of course! No question!

And so I did:):):)

This moment, in a family’s life, may now be savoured  for generations to come in a much different way than buried images in a photograph album or in a digital archive. It is simply an everyday moment for this family as they return to this place often. Everyday moments matter so much. And for me it is an intimate moment as I seek out a tactile intimacy in a canvas: intimacy dwells   significantly for me in this 16″x20″ painting.

A request like this shakes my focus to bring new meditations and take my palate to new places. Moments that influence me more than anything.

“Trees By The River”

Late summer. An outake stream from the river is already running shallow but there’s  enough water still for reflections to dance within the ripples. Sit here for an hour. Lose touch with the pace of life: listen to the water, the breeze, the birds, and watch how gentle the movements of colour are.

The is no ego in this place. Everything simply is what it is.

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“Trees By The River” is 12″x10″: acrylic on canvas.