Pencil crayon on 14” x 17” Bristol Board sheet. 2020
Metallic inks brushed over and around trinkets copied in pen from real source.
Centre details from source and drawn with pen.
The line art prior to brushing on ink.
8.5” x 11” Marker drawing of the wire swinging hamper my mother uses to hold plants in her garden.
Abstract drawings from a unique Cafe in Toronto (formerly Willow Books on Bloor Street) before a concert of The Life and Death of King Arthur by Henry Purcell. November 21 2019.
Pencil crayon on postcard sized coloured paper.
While staying in Toronto for a couple of months in 2020 I – mostly because of quarantine – spent countless hours staring out the big beautiful windows of the dormitory I had lived in during second year of Univeristy.
I have created many watercolours and drawings of the sky line facing both North at Casa Loma and South at Robarts Libary at UofT as a result of this past-time.
Bloor Street from Tartu College.
Robarts Library and the CN Tower
Facing North towards Casa Loma
I made an effort to continue painting shortly after moving. It was the late spring of 2018. I had a table with chalks and crayons littering up with castaways in notebooks. I found a small pile of postcard sized, natural fibre sheets of paper – probably intended for calligraphy and note making. It’s my favourite paper to ply with the oils. For these sketches in oil I drew out a pencil outline first. Graphite competes with amber linseed to warp the colours, sometimes suspending them in time in between phases amongst the various pigments, so it is too soon to judge if I even like the painting. These have cured for 3 years now and I am satisfied they are finally “done.”
A bright red sprig bursts from the tree bark
Secondary Pieces from the collection:
Colours have cured as they aged overtime.
Oil on Heavy Watercolour Paper. Selection painted in 2018.
By Christine Sherry
In 2018 I relocated to a lakefront neighbourhood which has a few different trail system’s a stone’s throw away from my front door. I was quick to take advantage of the move. Armed with a pad of papers and a single blue marker I went and drew the landscapes in all it’s pristine glory. As the pandemic set in I took it upon myself to colour the drawings in using watercolour.
Sadly my cat passed away at the very start of the quarantine and when we buried her I found myself painting her gravesite in my little back patio with the rainbow. It might have been accidental that they moth image emerged, a symbol of the soul entering back into the universe.
More to come.
