Visual Art

 




 




Christie's Secret Garden





Natural Expression





Saint Toffee

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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.





Brontë Bae





Daisy Pike





Archaic





Mythologies





NuCanada




Natural Expression

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.





Saint Toffee

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.





Brontë Bae

FInd me in the graveyard – next to Botticelli.





Daisy Pike

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.





Archaic

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.





Mythologies

Sometimes I feel a certain need to revisit the works of the masters – outside of Botticelli. This category is here for when I do.





NuCanada

Canadian Landscapes








black

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Rainbow Clouds

 

red

Harmonious Delight ~ 2009

 

orange

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Teeth 🦷 In CandyCorn

 

yellow

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Seedlings in Gold

 

green

Christine Sherry

Candied Evergreen

 

aqua

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Saint Toffee

 

blue

IRIS : Blossoming

 

violet

Christine Sherry

Blossom Pallor

 

rainbow

Rainbow Shellings

 

greyscale

Christinesherry Painted Daisypike Dresser

Pop Art Dresser

 

pastel

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Grass Blossom

 

metallic

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Sunflower over Groundling for Luna

 


red


orange


yellow


green


aqua


blue


violet


greyscale


metallic





summer


autumn


winter





oil