Evelyn Harris, the eldest of the Three Generation Watercolourists, passed away May 24th at the age of 90. She will be missed.
It’s not a moose. Evelyn always called this one “The Moose” affectionately, though not officially. The public title is “Elk”, because that’s what it is. Perhaps she heard people mistakenly call it a moose all too often?
If you have been to rural Ontario, this particular style of fence will be familiar to you. Evelyn saw this fence each time she visited family in Bradford. The sentinel trees were sometimes bare and cold, sometimes laden with leaves, but always standing guard over the open land below. Bradford has changed a lot with the march of time and progress. Evelyn’s painting is now a glimpse of history.
This could be anywhere in Canada – Evelyn has seen much of the country. When you see the wild daisies gleaming beside that deep blue water, do you feel the summer air? I imagine this as the lake near home. Just lift your eyes from the painting and there is a dock to the left where people are fishing, a canoe in the open water straight ahead. Children’s voices are muted by the wind and water and the sun is shining for the day.
What do you see when you pause to really think about a painting? Everyone must approach art differently based on experience and memory. You make each image your own because you write the story to go with it.
Long day today in Fairview, putting up our show. But we’re finished! We’ll just make some dainties and get some flowers and then enjoy the opening Friday night.