If somebody asked me what Canada Day means to me, I would say, "it's a painting about celebration.
July 1st, 1867, we hockey lovin, beer drinkin, parka wearing CANUCKS became united into a single Dominion within the British Empire called Canada.
Okay, there may not have been a lot of hockey back then, but I am sure there were some alcoholic beverages and a celebration. It's July! so no damn parkas.
I wasn't thinking about 1867, when I created this painting. It was October and I just wanted to make a painting.
Felt pen in my hand, confusion in my mind and perfection in my heart, I started drawing. The felt pen soon converged with a brush, which in turn began the spreading of paint.
I don't really know what this whole thing was about, I felt a sort of defeat, maybe even betrayal by this process I had always trusted.
I tossed my brushes into the cleaning jug and went to bed.
As the morning came and I rose to still exhaustion, a faint curiosity and blanket of excitement rolled over me.
I said to myself "relax" don't go into the studio yet, it's just a painting and probably a piece of crap anyway. I took my time, I brushed my teeth, I shaved and washed my face until my curiosity got the better of me.
Its exactly 4 paces to the door of my studio, from the bathroom.