Set against a background of her paintings and the Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, landscapes they depict, this short documentary is a portrait of the life and work of one of Canada’s foremost primitive painters, Maud Lewis. Emerging from her youth crippled with arthritis…
I’ve been painting little paintings in acrylic for a few months. I have gotten hooked on Robert Burridge, a wild and crazy painter who probably eats color!! I shared him with you a few months back. I am making little paintings on gessoed watercolor paper. It’s a beautiful surface to paint!
As you can see, they’ve been busy. Again… !
They’ve laid a late winter clutch of eggs despite it’s crowded with the mess from the previous bunch.
The vineyards wake up and it’s always too soon for a much needed break from the work to come to an end. Especially when the wet weather has kept us from getting any winter garden chores started…. Much less done!
Bones are reminders that life is temporary.
May the coming year bring peace to those who still shiver in the snow and yearn only for a warm cup of soup. May shelters be there when they finally arrive to destinations held in the heart, after their long treks driven by fierce hope.
If only our eyes saw souls instead of bodies, how very different our ideals of beauty would be.