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Jan McCartney

Art photographer, Nikonian, Wordpresser, Artistic Googler, Lives in a Velvia world.
December 24, 2014 2 comments 0 shares 25 plus ones
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Taken at the Christmas Market, Distillery District.

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December 17, 2014 2 comments 0 shares 3 plus ones
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A shameless plug for Above Ground Art Supplies in T.Dot. They generously donated a loot bag for Toronto School of Art's open house last weekend and I won it! Woot!

A new sketchbook (badly needed since my old one is nearly full), cool samples: Kama oil stick, Cobra water mixable oil, acrylic paint, acrylic retarder, oil extender gel, a paintbrush (can never have enough of these!), a paint marker to try, cradled wood panel (love these), stretched canvas and a bag of Golden acrylic goodies including the ubiquitous Fluorescent Pink High Flow paint! Not to mention the lovely reusable canvas bag with an AboveGround logo!

What better Xmas gift than art supplies? A Xmas puppy? I have two of those already - one is 11 years old and one is 7.

As my Brit friends say, "I'm dead chuffed to have won."

https://www.abovegroundartsupplies.com/cms/index.php
http://tsa-art.ca

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December 17, 2014 1 comments 0 shares 12 plus ones
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Holiday art project - koi from Royal Botanical Gardens on terra skin (photographed last summer). I tried terra skin out yesterday with a variety of media and really like the way it takes acrylic inks and fluid acrylics. Smooth like mylar but without the guilt if the work isn't transparent. If this turns out, it will get mounted on wood panel. This is going to take ages to paint. Why not just print the digital image? Because.

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December 17, 2014 0 comments 0 shares 4 plus ones
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I've been devouring Karin Fossum's crime novels and just finished this one.

The queen of Norwegian crime novels has written a piece of metafiction that encompasses the art world and the writer’s creative process. Brilliantly juxtaposing third-person narrative about Alvar Eide, an introverted art dealer who sells paintings in a gallery, and a first-person narrative about the author’s discussions with Alvar as she develops his story over the course of a year - a story involving a painting of a severed bridge, entitled “Broken”, which obsesses Alvin, and a fateful encounter with a teenaged heroin addict that shatters his ordered existence.

The chapters are full of musings on the creative process, of discussions about free will and destiny which apply both to Alvar's actual story and the ability of the writer to control the direction of the story - which appears to have a life of its own as it unfolds the destiny inherent in Alvar’s character. Fossum compares it to being swept along a river, not knowing where the meandering waters might take her and her character.

http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/broken-by-karin-fossum-843403.html

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December 14, 2014 1 comments 0 shares 14 plus ones
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I have seen things you people wouldn't believe… 
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. 
I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. 
All those moments will be lost in time, 
like tears in rain

Rutger Hauer as replicant Roy Batty from "Blade Runner". Hauer's deft performance is heartbreaking in its gentle evocation of the memories, experiences, and passions that have driven Batty's short life. Batty may have aligned himself with Wagner's medieval knight, Tannhäuser, a character who has fallen from grace with men and with God 

Image: Lights at the Christmas Market in the Distillery District on Friday, tarted up in Topaz Impression and Adjust.

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December 11, 2014 2 comments 1 shares 24 plus ones
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Rosie the shiba inu braves the tail end of the Nor'Easter for a few moments.

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December 10, 2014 1 comments 0 shares 12 plus ones
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Some traditional artwork based on an image taken in the neighbourhood with my iPhone in September and why I haven't been taking more photos. Acrylic on canvas, digital manipulation, oil pastel on mylar, pastel on watercolour. Some pieces are in a show at TSA this weekend.

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December 09, 2014 7 comments 10 shares 90 plus ones
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"Imagine" for +Artistic Google curated by +Rob Robinson +Jamal Masood +Patrick Sheeran and me.

Located near Central Park West between 71st and 74th Streets, Strawberry Fields is a 2.5 acre area of Central Park that pays tribute to the late Beatle, John Lennon, singer, songwriter, musician and peace activist. It was a favourite spot of his and Yoko's.

About Strawberry Fields and the Imagine memorial in Central Park, New York City: http://www.centralpark.com/guide/attractions/strawberry-fields.html

In this Peace Garden, one can hope for a world without strife, war and conflict.

Musical accompaniment: John Lennon, "Imagine":   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLgYAHHkPFs

Original GSV at http://goo.gl/maps/LHl8l enhanced in Topaz Impression Monet, inspired by +Vivienne Gucwa's fabulous images of NYC.

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November 29, 2014 0 comments 0 shares 16 plus ones
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The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then

Lawrence Ferlinghetti, 
Excerpt: No. 11 from "A Coney Island of the Mind"

Image: Dream and Death from Neil Gaiman's "Sandman"

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November 29, 2014 0 comments 0 shares 8 plus ones
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from its foundations. The lost lake 
crumbling in the hands of brickmakers 
the floor of the ravine where light lies broken 
with the memory of rivers. All the winters 
stored in that geologic 
garden. Dinosaurs sleep in the subway 
at Bloor and Shaw, a bed of bones 
under the rumbling track. The storm 
that lit the city with the voltage 
of spring, when we were eighteen 
on the clean earth. The ferry ride in the rain 
wind wet with wedding music and everything that 
sings in the carbon of stone and bone 
like a page of love, wind-lost from a hand, unread.

Anne Michaels, 
"There is no city that does not dream"
My favourite poem about my city

Image from somewhere on Teh Interwebs, after Korngold's opera, "Die Tote Stadt".

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