Spring Party.

Spring Party ” oil on canvas. 6 1/2 x 12 inches. 2015.

Great time of year to have a party. Each Spring I take my grand children to a place we call the Fairy Ring. It is a small meadow where somebody planted a ring of daffodils about thirty feet in diameter. This time of year it is like a golden circle. We take a picnic and a fairy trap and sit in the middle hoping to catch a fairy with pixie dust. It’s great fun.¬†

The Bonnie Doon ( A painting for Janet )

“The evacuees” 66 x 72 oil/canvass 2015

This painting has been through some changes. I have posted it before. It is a painting I did for my young sister who died last month. She was a kind and loving woman and in her childhood we were very close.

As kids we spent almost two years as evacuees on Lord and Lady Weirs estate in Scotland. It was somewhat like Downton Abbey. Would have been nice staying in what we called ” The Big House” ¬†With butlers and maids. But seeing as there was petrol rationing it eliminated the chauffeur for the Rolls, so we got his apartment.

The river Doon ran through the estate and we spent many blissful days on it’s banks either swimming, fishing or picnicking. We had the run of the place. The only person we avoided like the plague was Mr. Henry the game keeper. He was not fond of us running around his domain. He would walk around with a shot gun under his arm and to surprise him in the woods was scary. I swear he would liked to have shot us. We also had a little Fox terrier, Sookie, that I think he would liked to have shot as she ran wild. The problem was pheasants. If you scare a hen pheasant off of her nest she does not go back. I believe this as I did come across nests with cold eggs. So old Mr Henry had his point.

The Poet Robbie Burns was born in that area and went to school there. We went to the same school in Daylrimple. His poems ” Ode to a mouse” and ” Ye Bonnie Doon” Influenced my life greatly. Here in this picture dedicated to my sister, is the family exploring the banks of the Bonnie Doon.

Descent from the Cross

” Descent from the cross” Oil on canvass. 1980. 72 x 46

I have no religion but I do respect a man who stood by his beliefs. As a child, I was sent to Sunday school and would listen closely to the parables they read.” The Good Samaritan” always struck me as a great thing to be. “Do unto others as you would unto yourself “also got logged into my attitude towards people. They were interesting stories and influenced my thinking greatly.

My mother was Church of England, my father a Catholic . The agreement when they married was to make any boys they had Catholic, any girls Protestant. They had three boys and two girls. However, neither was heavy into religion. We were all baptized but that was about it. My feelings about religion are that Christ’s teaching went on to get bent out of shape and became a business of gathering people together and filling them with guilt, hence confession. It has become a power tool in my estimation that Christ would never approve of. I feel the same way about all religions and know that they have created more wars than peace. I understand how people do need a belief and do not resent them having one if it brings them happiness.