A Creative Solution


Someone has said, ” if it ain’t useful , of high sentimental value or a work of art then toss it out!”

Well that’s easier said than done when you have my sentimental over-attachment personality that rivals that of some giant,  tentacled creature from mythical lore. Okay…that was a little over the top, I know. Childhood images of the Seven Voyages of Sinbad came to mind. Apologies.


The Big Clean hit theatres this summer. Ahem, I mean my studio.  One result was the discovery of a ziplock bag of old watercolour tubes I used to use. ‘Haven’t used watercolors for quite some time and some of the tubes were as hard as rocks. Sure I probably could have performed some grade-8-like biology surgery where frogs have seen better days  to gut open the tubes.  This would then have exposed cylinder blocks of color that could be revived with a splash of water…maybe.

Some of the watercolors still had their original price stickers on them showing their true age.

What was I going to do?  It was down to that last pile…y’know, the one you’re always left with after a big clean up: paper clips, used popcicle sticks, Q-tips and maybe even some ketchup pack-ettes! At this point you’re feeling like an exhausted god determining the life or hapless fate of your kingdom. Should it stay or should it go now?

After some time a creative solution  was found!  However- whoever holds the time-lapse video on our lives would have had a great chuckle to replay the scene of me picking up the bag of watercolours and then placing them back down, rubbing my chin with indecision and then picking them back up AGAIN!! ha ha

So here’s what happened. Like something from Arthur Koestler’s  The Act of Creation an idea struck me!  If it were (a.)no longer useful and (b.) not quite of sentimental value then (c.) it must be a work of art!! And so it became.


To do this you’ll want a cheap 8 x 10 canvas, glue gun, matte varnish (waterbased), a couple ( or more) acrylic craft paints and newspaper clippings. You may want to use a small sharp exacto knife to move and place the newsprint cutouts ( unless you have little tiny fingers ). I placed a glittery star in the open space just to balance things out and make some contrast or for some unknown reason. I also dropped a few drops of rubbing alcohol on the fresh paint just to create some subtle rings/texture to the canvas before it dried. I used the matte varnish to glue everything  down including the star ( and except the tubes, of course). I don’t recommend rubber cement for the plastic star as I suspect it would cause it to curl. Not sure.

Also added was a few drops of acrylic red paint at the mouth of one tube missing a cap. Just a little something you know ;^)

Also don’t forget to place a hanging wire at the back.

Hmmmm? Now I have to hang it somewhere..Uh oh ..the walls are already full of art! Crap! yah dee yah dee ya

The Art Of Art Lee ( In Loving Memory of…)



This summer I lost a good friend and fellow artist.  He was only 59 and yes it was caused by the dreaded ‘C’ Word. Life is not easy to understand sometimes. 

I met Art Lee just over 20 years ago.  Him and his wife were especially kind to me and mine.  He loved music and art, hockey and some football but most of all he loved his family.  There’s much more, as you could guess, that could be said of such a person; wonderful things that have already been thought and spoken.  Right now I am pausing to share some of his work with you that a bit of him will live on in all those that view this post. These are perhaps not all his best work.  These are pictures I took for my art gallery a few years ago.  


One of the last words he spoke to me in the hospital, as he held two of my paintings,was “…if only ya had the time.. “ They weren’t spoken in a tone of regret but of insatiate interest, as if to say in wonderment, ” oh, what one could do if they only had the time.”  I’d like to think he was getting a glimpse of that eternal “time” where he can create forever.   I’d say “Rest in Peace,  Art”  but I know he’d rather be working, painting…


Deserted by Arthur Lee