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From a blank canvas...

I got another order of canvases in yesterday, a large box that arrived from Opus Art Supplies in Vancouver.   Going through four to six canvases a week - more during weeks when I host workshops - I need to replenish my canvas inventory on a very regular basis.

There was a time, many years ago, when the thought of an empty canvas was a frightening thing.  After over 500 works in less than three years, ripping open the packaging for a new canvas has become like brushing my teeth.  Any fear I had as a younger person about starting a new artwork has disappeared by doing it over and over and over again.

This part of my life is about creating something from nothing.  A blank white canvas becomes a person, an animal, a scene, a study; it becomes something completely handcrafted and one of a kind.  The fear I felt at the beginning of a project in the past, I now feel in the middle of the process, when the work has not "crossed over" from a sick looking mess to an inkling of someth…

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