Canada is known for its group of seven.
Emily Carr was the first artist my mother noticed me drawn to as a child. When I began oil painting in middle school it was because I was doing a school assignment where I wanted to articulate the psychological state of the explorers as they came to my homeland, Newfoundland, on their long & barren journeys by sea. W
hen I began to find my own style as a painter I found myself relating to Duchamp when he was a cubist. My ultimate goal for this collection is to capture the natural world in the way it makes my spirit feel.
I was walking through a garden of hedge plants, down a row that seemed to flank a the edge of a topiary maze. It was daytime in the summer, the grass was impossibly green, vivid as if it were a synthetic colour like in a video game.
I kept walking forwards towards what at first appeared to be a great hill – surrounded by white hoodoos standing slender and white all around it – the hill as I got closer seemed to have an opening. There were people standing outside the entrance, waiting in line to go inside.
I asked myself where I was, and a phantom voice answered “this is Saint Toffee” and I had a sense that there was a Deity inside the topiary temple. I wandered around for longer in the green splendour, before the dream began to end.
FInd me in the graveyard – next to Botticelli.
My mother’s family are native of Newfoundland. Daisy, my grandmother, came from an Inuit family that married into the ~ somewhat mythical ~ bloodline of Sheila Na Geira & Gilbert Pike.
Daisy Pike and the objects that I create under this flag are meant to have more practical use to them – from ceramics & silks to prints for your walls.
There is a visual component of colourful scaling I will practice through painting but sometimes the idea of elevating an ordinary object is applied to the approach more than the virtual skin.
The other side of the natural world – systems of architecture – the branches and beams that support the foliage that can only truly be seen in the winter – greys not dissimilar to the stonework we hide our man-made universes under.
Sometimes I feel a certain need to revisit the works of the masters – outside of Botticelli. This category is here for when I do.