Storm Fish (Thunder and Lightning)

Storm Fish w.c. on canvas paper ©Katie GWJ Creative Art

In light of the recent rain and lightning…I am reminded of the worst lightning storm in my experience.

It was the summer of 2016 at Howard Lake, camping in the isolated spot we call “The Legend”. Where we are right on the water, under tall pines, and looking down the lake towards the far end.

A few days before an American couple and their dog had stopped by our camp for a visit.

Our talk turned to the weather and I was asked if I had ever seen the “blue flash”? I had never heard of it. He explained “When a bolt of lightning comes down to earth – the earth rises up to meet it with a blue flash of her own. The man telling me this had spent his life looking for this phenomenon and had yet to see it.

 The next day I started a new painting. I was working with a fish shape I had in my painting “Raven’s Land” and with something still new to me – “canvas paper”. I wanted to play around. So I did. I even used a Raven’s feather with the paint. It turned out pretty wild looking.
 

It suited the night to come…

 
The flashes and bolts of lightning were continuous through most of the night. The thunder shook our motor home. Thank God we were on rubber wheels and as long as the trees stayed put… I decided my fish painting would be called Storm Fish, with the second title of Thunder and Lightening.
 

The next morning I met the American couple on my walk. He was definitely excited about the night.

 
That’s right! He saw the blue flash and wanted to know if I had seen it too?
 
No, but in one of those lake flashes, I saw a boat with a man in it wearing a sou’wester. In the next flash and thunder boom, he was gone. Blink…Blink…
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©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
©GWJ Creative Art

When The Rock Talks


Several years ago, I had a mysterious experience while camping and painting at Marble Canyon. As soon as I arrived.  Every time I looked at the magnificent rock hanging over beautiful Crown Lake, I saw a face in moving gestureIt was absolutely fascinating and being the sensitive person I am I accepted it as real.
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Not just one rock but all of them had come to life, with lips moving and heads turning.

So something must be happening, I thought. Yes, I’m ready for God’s mysteries in his creation! Ready to see them in action.
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So I paddled out in my belly boat, ready to paint with this mysterious audience hanging over me.

That’s when I heard it. The pebble shaking sound of a spray can. Standing in front of the rocks on a ledge (the lake was down) were two young girls poised to spray the beautiful untouched stone of this canyon lake.

“Heh,” I yelled as I started paddling. “What are you doing?”
They both jumped to face me. The girls were surprised to see a “floating voice” out on the lake so close. The spray can’s arm quickly disappeared behind their backs.
“Girls!” Yelled a man’s voice from the far shore.
“Nothing, Dad…we’re doing nothing!” they yelled back.
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And so the standoff started. The girls are waiting for me to paddle away and I’m waiting for them to head back to camp. Dad is standing on the shore, watching.

I had all the time in the world. I was floating, remember? I had seen the animated faces of the rocks. How did the rock know?
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So the girls headed back and Dad returned to his site.

Later that evening I met the girls on my walk. I don’t know where this info came from but someone must have planted it in me because out of my mouth it came.
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“Heh, girls. If you want to leave a message on a rock, then use a stone to etch it with.”

As it turned out, these campers from Alberta stayed longer than us. We had to head back after three nights and wouldn’t you know all the campers at the site left before us.

So we pulled our motor home out knowing the girls and the spray-can would be alone…except for maybe Dad…

It was two summers before I came back. I expected to see all kinds of spray-painted graffitti…but you know what? There was none.

There sure were a lot of names etched in rock.

Etchings you could only see close up from a belly boat…I hadn’t noticed them before and some of it looked pretty old.

Since this happened, I’ve longingly looked for the rock to come back to live animation.

It hasn’t happened.

Yet, this painting I did while belly boating in front of the rocks a few years after the event, dried with a face in it.

Wouldn’t you know? Can you see it?

“Face Me” w.c. by Katie

 

©Katie Kidwell, 2019 The Living Of Loving
©GWJ Creative Art

Gone Fishin’ (Part two)

Well, I have returned from a wet camping trip to Howard Lake!  I decided on watercolour for my cartoon here and almost used rainwater.  I have been known to paint with hailstones as they melt…

The sun shines in my heart just being at Howard!

Right now I am thinking about illustrating some of my children’s stories and am working out different styles.  Maybe my worm on the sign should have an eye dot?  Yes?  No?

©Katie Kidwell Art

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
©GWJ Creative Art

In My Belly Boat

Lake Water Painting In My Belly Boat

I paddle out with a 5 x 7 piece of watercolour paper taped to a lightweight foam board and one plastic bag to hold it in.   In case I splash it on the way back in…but if I did…would it matter?

So I dip my brush in the lake

and with a small box of watercolours on the belly boat apron, I paint.   I keep extra brushes in my wet suit front pocket for easy access and to keep them from rolling overboard.  I am all business when I make my way out to the rocks at Crown Lake.  Once I have the view I want, I have to work the flippers to stay put.  Sometimes I get so caught up I forget and then I have to work my way back.


It all depends on the wind!

 
In the pockets of my belly boat, I have a few things I may need like an apple and water and some paper towel.  A few w.c. crayons, etc. and my Kodak camera.  Otherwise, I’d have a selfie of myself instead of flipper pictures.  But I like to frame my husband in his U-boat when I take the shot.  Yes, that is Wayne in the distance.  He’s reading a book.


Anything and everything could fall overboard at any time…

Since I started floating and painting I haven’t had any major spills.  I did the first time I went out in my belly boat.  It was when we thought we would fish. Wayne was some distance away fishing in his U-boat.    So I caught a fish and reeled it in.  I took the barbless hook out of its mouth and set the hook to the side. Then l released the trout with both of my hands supporting…Oops!
 
Now I’m horrified.  The hook I set to the side is gone and wasn’t it attached to my husbands fly rod he had long before he met me?  I look at the deepwater beside me. I can’t believe I forgot I am in a very small circle and anything and everything can end up….overboard!
 

I’m not as entertaining as I use to be getting into my belly boat.

 
Getting my flippers to pass the seat harness while standing on one flipper…and then walking out backwards to the deeper water… Holding my belly boat up around my waist until I can go down in the seat.  Ha!  My husband only has to sit back in his U-boat and push off!  We’re not trading but I can tell he misses the shows I use to put on.
 
No, I wouldn’t trade the belly for a U-boat anyway.  The round inflated tube and apron make the most perfect art easel.  And the water makes the memory of every painting special.
 
You may enjoy this blog I wrote last summer. It’s on belly boating in Marble Canyon including painting and poem: The Tree That Grew From Rock
 
When I can I will be posting at facebook my belly boat paintings this summer.
 
Thank you for reading my blog and I hope you can comment and tell me where you like to paint?  Or where you would like to paint?  Sometimes writing it out makes it happen faster!
 
©Katie Kidwell, 2019 The Living Of Loving

On Spring Break – A poem & A painting

In celebration of “Spring Break” happening in this part of the world, I am posting a seasonal poem.  I might add I wrote this poem when I was a spring chicken!

As you know, now is the time for seeds to be planted.  So wherever you are in the world – grow your love and spring into Life!

On a side note:  I will be away from my blog for the next three weeks, back April 8th.

The Poem

A FLOWER SEED REVEALING LIFE THAT DWELLS WITHIN

A flower seed
lies in the ground
and upon Heaven’s
pattering sound,
lifts open husky gates of Praise,
for the Life that dwells within.

Upward winding
through Mother Earth,
which gives it substance
gives it birth,
up to Father Light in the sky,
calling Life that dwells within.

Slowly peeping
through the soil,
spreading new arms in
happy toil –
it meets Air; the second birth
for the Life that dwells within.

Now meeting Day
it meets the one,
Who called it up? –
The yellow Sun;
warming soil, shinning Bliss,
helping Life that dwells within.

Then young tight leaves
are held at ease,
the little one
grows up in Peace;
knowing Garden all around
thanking Life that dwells within.

A nodding head, –
clean as the Dove,
the little seed with
its Natured Love,
gives Blossom perfect for the stem,
revealing Life that dwells within.

©Katie Kidwell, 1973
Previously published:  Northern Light, 1975

The Painting

“Waves To Go” w.c. ©Katie GWJ Creative Art

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
GWJ Creative Art

Right Now

Dear Reader:

right now I am missing painting on location.  There is still too much snow and last week the temperatures dipped to minus 27.  So I am posting “Island In The Sun” in memory of a warm day and sunshine!

Paintings done on location come with lots of memories.   In this case it was 2012 and a few months before my mother would pass away in a care home.  I was exhausted and this trip to Howard and to paint was medicine for me.

Island In The Sun w.c.

I  cared for my mother for 4 years after her stroke while she was in a facility.  She was able to talk and to write and recall her life.  However she had lost the use of the left side of her body.  She needed so much help and assistance.  I learned how to use the lift and filled in the many blanks left by our senior care system.  We had a great time together and as one of my mentors she continued to teach me.

So like I said.  Painting on location and the paintings that come out of these trips are memories of the road travelled at the time.

Right now I am looking at expanding on my current art theme which is “The Expression Of Life”.  I am planning a series of quick conte sketch’s capturing the essence of the expression.  Pictures like Apache.  Wish me well and I hope to hear from you.  Has it been a long winter in your neck of the woods?

Apache/Owl Head Dress ©GWJ Creative Art

©Katie Kidwell, The Living of Loving, 2019
GWJ Creative Art

An Artists Prayer

The Story

Recently I was directed to:
 “Write an Artist’s Prayer and put it on your blog”.
I have since put it on the bar of my blog and on social media sites.  People have loved and shared it.

As an Artist we are often given what Julia Cameron calls “our marching orders”.  Have you had this experience too?

Here done up in “Canva”  (a great tool for artists) is what I wrote as “An Artists Prayer”.

 

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
GWJ Creative Art

 

I Love Howard Lake

 

Katie @Howard Lake/painting
I love Howard Lake.  It is off the grid and there are no lights around the lake.
 
I put some of my father’s ashes on the lake there and later as I was to get out of the boat I mysteriously fell in…
 
You should know, I have received visitors there. The likes of Jonathan Livingston Seagull and for my friends who often listen to the earth…I once heard it there. I am afraid to describe it as I have yet to talk to them about what they heard…
Jonathan @ Howard
The fishing is great. Except the last fish I caught at Howard played dead and I’ve yet to figure out the significance of this. I let it go, at which point it came to life. Like I said, I Love Howard Lake!

Water Colour Paintings from Howard Lake

The Rhythm of Howard Lake #2
The Rhythm Of Howard Lake
The Spirit Of Howard Lake
Oneness

In the picture above “Oneness”, depending on your browser you may see an “orb”.  I did not put it there.  It showed up after drying on the back of the couch and while I was cooking supper in our motor home.  I have seen orbs in photo’s.  I did not expect to see one in a painting!

Do you have a favourite place to paint?   Here’s to your adventure painting!

©Katie Kidwell, 2018
GWJ Creative Art 

A Secret

The Story

This poem “The Secret” was in my mother’s Grade One Ontario Reader.  It was one of her favourite’s.  If you know who wrote it let me know.  I took the liberty of writing a lullaby for it many years ago.

For my 2017 Parkside Show “The Little Birds that Fly” I artistically arranged the poem on special paper in a special frame along with this painting, “The Cradle.”

The Painting

“The Cradle”
©GWJ Creative Art
water colour on Yupo

The Poem

A SECRET
(from the Ontario Readers First Book)

I know of a cradle, so wee and so blue,
Where a baby is sleeping this morning, —-do you?
I think he is dreaming the dearest of things —
Of songs and of sunshine, of tiny brown wings.
I’ll tell you a secret, — don’t tell where you heard, —
The cradle’s an egg, –and the baby’s a bird!

The Song “A Secret” (composed and recorded by Katie)

©Katie Kidwell, 2018 The Living Of Loving

©GWJ Creative Art