Acrylic Paintings

Intentional

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This is my current project, a slow process of making acrylic on canvas paintings.

When I moved back to Ontario from BC a few months ago, my car was so packed I had to remove two large blank canvases from their frames and roll them up to squeeze them into a small space. The other day, I decided to start a new project so I unrolled them on our patio table to play outside with my acrylic paints. Messy and fun to do. One turned out to look like a tablecloth or shower curtain and the other looked overdone like a forgotten steak on the BBQ, neither destined for the Louvre, I know. However, it was my intention to create varying sized pieces of mosaics from the start. honestly 😂 Mosaic pieces are often a ‘go to’ when recycling some paintings I have done. My only ambition is fun. As you can see, I am only in the cutting phase of paint, cut, paste and display. I’ll probably add other surprise (to me) elements as I sometimes do. I’m in no hurry so will post more photos later perhaps.

Getting Ready

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Like a squirrel gathering nuts here for a long, cold winter, I have been gathering art and craft supplies for future creative endeavours. Moving here to Northeastern Ontario from Victoria on Vancouver Island in British Columbia last June meant leaving much behind again but I did manage to transport what I thought were essentials in my old car. My son relocated his office to another part of the house so now my daughter and I share this Arts and Crafts Room while she is visiting. (I’ve only photographed ‘my stuff’ and even then there are several yarn bins for weaving projects and shelves of tools and supplies tucked away elsewhere.) The photos are the room ‘as is’ for now, neat and organized. When it becomes creatively messy with use, I’ll call it a ‘Studio’:)

Like a squirrel…
I bought and assembled a cabinet with much struggle to understand instructions, a humbling experience, then filled it in all of a few minutes.
I wonder how long this cabinet will stay organized and tidy.
I’ve temporarily tacked my painting over the new desk I assembled as I had to dispense with the frame of this mixed media to roll it for a space in my car, otherwise it would be among ‘those things left behind’. Some might consider it ‘tacky’ but it makes me happy to look at this and recall how the rain contributed to my art.
A wider claimed corner for supplies to remember it’s pristine state in the future:)

I managed to save a few of my weavings and paintings for myself, having gifted such (as well as sculptures) and donated others to charities. Like my poetry, I think of these as simply my hobbies.

Recycling My Painting

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Acrylics on canvas. One of four mosaics.
I understand that today is World Wildlife Day. God bless all creatures on Earth both wild and tame. 🤗🙏🥰

Wild Imagination

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my art in borrowed room… Why do I feel a sense of Deja Vu?

Wild Imagination

Why do I feel a sense of Deja Vu?

Why did I choose this Timeline again-

this Pivotal Point in Human History?

I stare at my art in a borrowed room,

a remembrance of Chaos and Order, too,

while in the air another World War looms,

greater than those known before.

Why do I have a feeling it’s already here,

a subtle foreboding steadily rising?

Why am I not even a little surprised

seeing the set ‘stages’ of a New World Order

and more- a new Stalin already puppeteering

an old Roman Emperor, a different Hitler

(with paid psychics, devices and A.I. versions spying)

upstaging, dictating, realigning, deceiving,

all controlled by a Ring of Global Mafia to rule all.

I stare at the canvas, seeing through and through,

or do I just imagine the fall of trusted systems

and renewed old thinking in different forms

that alienate, dominate, decimate almost all?

Perhaps it’s my overactive imagination

that Humanity may still choose a Better Tomorrow,

a more healthy, loving and peaceful Direction?

So many kinds of Storms rage in Nations-

physical, mental, emotional, spiritual Storms.

Some remind me of the Story of Mordor rising

to War, and the Story of a Fire Dragon in the Treasury.

My Artistic Imagination must be wild

in someone like me, so meek and mild.

There are so many ‘alternate endings’

and ‘new beginnings’ in Stories I know.

Does Love or Fear ‘Win’ this time, I wonder…

The Sun continues to shine above the driven clouds.

The Moon continues to glow by borrowed sunlight.

The Stars continue to sparkle by day and night

as the World turns, changing over and over again.

(March 1, 2025- Shelley A. Wilson)