Remembrance

a day without color


 

I think you know me well enough by now to know where my thoughts are today. Our memorable visit to family in Las Vegas in April 2015 included a visit to the magnificent Red Rock Canyon only a forty minute drive from Downtown and which I featured on Day 115 of my 365 day challenge that year. On returning home it led to a painting of the Canyon featured on Day 134 together with its accompanying colorful palette. Today’s image is that same palette in monochrome, a way for me to express without words my feelings of sorrow, heartache and sympathy for all those lost and suffering from the tragic events that have taken place in a city that is always so full of life, color and excitement.

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Deltaport variation 2.9.15, matted and framed.

Returning from Vancouver Island one stormy August evening in 2015 led to this painting of the cranes of Deltaport against a fiery night sky at sunset and painted two years ago today.

With this post I am thinking of all the recent and ongoing natural disasters around the world this summer, the catastrophic flooding in Texas and South Asia and the wild fires here in British Columbia, all of which have led to so many lost homes and treasured possessions and to too many lost lives for whom today’s post is dedicated together with the volunteers and neighbours helping neighbours who are showing the best of humanity in these troubled times.

From Spirit Park to Spirit Dark

Spirit Dark after Guernica, in progress

Spirit Park

The evolution of today’s post:

The Pacific Spirit Regional Park in Vancouver is a beautiful jewel in our city, a place of peace and tranquility that I have posted about many times, and as recently as this week’s Photo Challenge from The Daily Post. On our last visit there one of my photos inspired me…

…to set up a number of sheets of newsprint on the studio wall and see where it took me with charcoal, crayon and paint.

     

I was happy that the image was progressing well and was close to being finished…

…and then yesterday morning came the news from Spain of the horrific terrorist attack killing and injuring countless innocent men, women and children from all over the world, enjoying a summer’s evening in Las Ramblas in Barcelona.  The images were heartbreaking, and one particularly was unforgettable, a baby’s stroller abandoned on the sidewalk and a child lying motionless in the street.

I shall never forget the first time I saw Picasso’s Guernica in New York in 1965.  It has haunted me ever since, and those images from Barcelona immediately brought it back to me.  It is perhaps one of the greatest works of protest art ever created, painted by Picasso after the attack on the city of Guernica in 1937.

Suddenly my Spirit Park in the studio seemed a million miles away from the reality of the carnage and horror happening across the sea, and images relating to another time in history started to appear amongst the trees together with that stroller and that beautiful innocent child.

As I send sympathy and condolences to all those suffering from yet another crime against humanity, Spirit Dark in some small way is my way of protesting these evil times.

One more photo from that morning in the park perhaps allows me to end with a ray of hope in our dark world.

liberty weeps

August 11th and 12th, 2017 will be forever remembered as two days of infamy that brought terror, shame, evil and murder to the streets of Charlottesville, Virginia. I send my condolences to the family and friends of Heather Heyer, murdered as she bravely stood up against bigotry and hatred, and whose words on her Facebook read “If you are not outraged, you are not paying attention.”

I also send condolences to the families and friends of Lt. H. Jay Cullen, Trooper Berke M.M. Bates, who also died as a result of the evil that visited their city.

May they all rest in peace and may Liberty’s flame act as beacon of hope.

beauties and the beach


 
        
 

Nothing better than our early morning weekend walk on Spanish Banks when the tide is out, with distant figures on the sand and the Vancouver skyline silhouetted against a clear blue sky in one direction and Lighthouse Park, West Vancouver and Bowen Island in the other. The beauty of the wild flowers blossoming amongst the logs and the little commemorative garden overlooking Acadia Beach that is aways there and freshly tended with loving care by an unknown hand, all lift the spirits on this perfect summer’s morning. I hope they lift yours too.

“bears is sixpence extra”

Dedicated with thanks to the memory of Michael Bond who died yesterday aged 91 who brought, and continues to bring, so much pleasure to our family and to millions of families around the world with his stories of Paddington Bear whom he introduced to us in 1958 freshly arrived on Paddington Station from “darkest Peru”.

Enjoy the late Sir Michael Horden’s wonderful voice reading the first episode on BBC 1 in 1974

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yellow in between 3.10.16 matted and framed

In memory of our beloved Sunday who was sitting beside this painting in yesterday’s picture.

time to say goodbye

Those of you who follow thechangingpalette will remember my year of sundays last Thanksgiving Day and know how beloved our little Sunday was. Sadly, she will no longer be keeping me company in the studio anymore as we said goodbye to her today. We will miss her but are relieved she is suffering no longer. For those of you who didn’t know her visit my Thanksgiving Day post and see how very special she was.

 

In-focus Out-of-focus:

Photinia leaves and sky reflected in the water on our path with its pachysandra border.

Dedicated to the people of North Kensington grieving for the tragic loss and suffering of their families and friends.

another day like no other

A year ago on June 5th I posted about a day like no other after walking in support of those suffering from Crohn’s Disease and Ulcerative Colitis. Walking again today in the annual fundraising Gutsy Walk was also a day like no other but for a very different reason and with the disease symbol itself seeming to take on a very different meaning.

As I walked around Trout Lake in the sunshine here in Vancouver this morning with all those suffering from these crippling diseases together with their loved ones and supporters my thoughts were not only with them but also a few thousand miles away in Bermondsey, London where I lived, studied, worked and taught fifty years ago. How many times have I walked across London Bridge and how well I remember its re-opening in March 1973, which I blogged about last year.

And now another night of terror, pain and despair for too many has visited on that same bridge and on those same streets that I knew so well. There are really no more words other than to express my deepest sympathy and heartfelt condolences to families and friends who have lost loved ones, especially the family of Christine Archibald from here in British Columbia, Canada; and to wish all those recovering in those great London hospitals, a full recovery.

Oh how I wish I didn’t have to post this image again so soon after the attack in Manchester.

 

Dedicated to the memory of Jodi.