This is how I see my Brother Brian. He’s a bit of a puzzle, friendly and sociable yet a very private person. He was in the military for a short stint with honourable discharge and later went into Mining in several positions over the years including safety officer who helped keep others safe underground. Sshhh… don’t tell anyone!
I’ve added more things to show a glimpse of my wonderful daughter’s creativity.
The colours, textures and add ons are a glimpse of how I see my wonderful son Aaron. Thanks to my daughter, Alissa, I was able to add these mini versions of Aaron’s creative writing. He’s in the process of writing his third book. His day job is highly technical and goes over my head at ufo speed but we do have some great conversations about time travel and space travel. I’m grateful to have two children as my best friends.
This is how I see Mireille, my son’s partner. She is a very energetic sportswoman, sports coach for children, and devoted mother of two boys also active in several sports. As with my other portraits, there is far more to each person than can be read in one artistic statement. You might think of this as my interpretive expression of personality with added details.
This is another weaving I created this past September. I took photos while it was still on the weaving boards. Hand-weaving on the flat surface of our table takes its toll on my back and neck so I propped it up against my large camera tripod. (Hoping Santa will bring me a sturdy table easel this year…) The inspiration came with a desire to interpret my current feelings through colour choices from my yarn collection. As ever, there was no actual plan in my head for making this. It just gradually ‘happened’. The wired word ‘Poet‘ was something I made before. I preferred to do ‘Poetry’ but didn’t have sufficient wire. I also had some fun beading from my ‘treasure chest’ of beads and ‘whatnots’. My small collection of metallic threads is smaller now too. I love the freedoms of spontaneity, choices of materials, processes and techniques. And the fun of it all.
Flowerpoet 
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