Flame red broccoliagainst cerulean skytells me Winter soon… My favourite Oak tree is starting to turn to Autumn, a sure sign that soon we will be hauling out the Sorels and snow shovels. Ugh, I am NOT a Winter person, not one to wait with bated breath to wax down
Author: Mark
Art
There is a Madness to Art
Give me a mouse, a decent sized monitor and I can work magic moving pixels around the screen. Give me a sketchpad, a pencil and an hour and immediately I start to sweat. A good sweat, mind you, knowing that I am pushing my envelope, just a little, maybe even
Life
Neurotribes Explained
Autism is a complex ‘syndrome’, not a disability in the common, observable sense, though some on the spectrum exhibit definitely observable traits. Is it a disability or an evolution, a reflection on the inability to learn in a ‘sociably acceptable’ manner or on our inability to teach in a neuro-diverse
Poetry
A Patch of Red
There is a tree on my street,a sentinel standing readyto warn the twirls of a twister,first to shed its’ winter greysfor verdant foliage. This morning I roseearly coffee in handa quiet August vaca daywatching the day beginthrough the curl of Dr. Phil. I saw my tree standingwith one small patch
Art Life
New Old Idea
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away I had a large roll of white paper, the kind you cover tables with before a church bazaar. My older children and I used to cover the dining room table and paint to our hearts content for hours and hours.
Art Digital Work
Two Loons
There is something about the call of a loon deep in the night across still waters, that mixture of loneliness, desolation and disconnectedness that dives deep into your soul and makes you ache to hear an answering call. All digital recreation in my mind of the call of the loon