John Vochatzer

31 03 2015

This guy’s work is absolutely fabulous. John Vochatzer

Born like a fart…

31 03 2015

Born like a fartby David Halliday

Alexandra Levasseur

30 03 2015

I am hard pressed to find one reason why these pieces are so wonderful. This mixture of painting, doodling, collage, and playfullness are gasping. Can’t get enough. Alexandra Levasseur

Julie Heffernan

30 03 2015

Julie Heffernan (born 1956 in Peoria, Illinois) is an American painter whose work has been described by the writer Rebecca Solnit as “a new kind of history painting.” [1] Her imaginative landscapes feature such elements as exploding cities, castoff gods and garbage, and falling torrents of animals, meteors and gemstones.

David Cohen, art critic of The New York Sun, says of Heffernan’s art at a 2007 exhibition: “These paintings are a hybrid of genres and styles, mixing allegory, portraiture, history painting, and still life, while in title they are all presented as self portraits.”

If the mind of a saint could flow onto a canvas free flow, it would look like something like these pieces. A saint or a lunatic.


Are you awake?

30 03 2015

are you awakeby David Halliday

Ken Anbender

30 03 2015

Ken Anbender’s work is wonderful. There is plenty of variety and his use of colour and form is fantastic. At first glance some of the collages seem like surreal paintings but on closer look you can see the cuts. This looks to me like mostly cut and paste. I always read the artist’s statement and come away a little bewildered. They sound so high minded. Mr. Anbender’s is no different. But his work is terrific stuff. And my mother who talked a bit like Stan Laurel used to say ‘if you can’t say something nice about a fellow, don’t say anything at all.’

Frank Mesaric

29 03 2015

One image juxtapose against another image. And then the title. The most simplistic of collages. And still interesting. Frank Mesaric

Walter Sickert…. Jack the Ripper

29 03 2015

In 2002, crime novelist Patricia Cornwell, in Portrait of a Killer: Jack the Ripper—Case Closed, maintained that Sickert was Jack the Ripper.[21] A psychological motivation for Sickert was said to be a congenital anomaly of his penis.[22] Cornwell purchased 31 of Sickert’s paintings, and some persons in the arts world have said that she destroyed one of them in a search for Sickert’s DNA, but Cornwell denies having done this.[23][22] Cornwell claimed she was able to scientifically prove that the DNA on a letter attributed to the Ripper and on a letter written by Sickert belong to only one percent of the population.

Its certainly intriguing. Although not fair to Mr. Sickert.

an arm in the lawn…

29 03 2015

an arm in the lawnby David Halliday

Stanhope Alexander Forbes

29 03 2015

I don’t know how I feel about Forbes’ work. In itself. But a good part of me is Irish and this documents some of the places, some of the world, my great grandparents might have lived. I think there is something to be said for that. You can see it in some  homes. Pictures of the old country. Its an emotional anchor. The feeling that you came from some place. That you or your family had a history.

But… I don’t feel attached to any of it. Me and my friends (whose parents came from Italy, Slovakia, South Africa) are more attached to our western Toronto suburb of Islington. In particular The Six Points. I don’t know with the internet etc. if that will be the same for the new generation. Perhaps their roots will be in Ipads and Blackberrys.