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Harbour Grass
  • Harbour Grass

    My beach: an unnatural wonder. An industrial harbour. Freshly-planted dune grass, protected from the wind by snow fencing, to protect the boardwalk from sand.


    The major attraction of this small town, drawing city-dwellers all summer long. Only place in town with parking meters. Smells like barbecue. Sounds like reggae.


    My beach? Their beach? Our beach? An unnatural wonder, rimming a wild Great Lake.


    That lake: neither mine, nor theirs. Not even ours.



    These Bridges & Fences are my exploration into the interplay of the objects we've built with the natural world that holds them.


    Here, Nature is depicted by loosely-applied, textural, riotous colour. The colour is the first thing: it arrests the attention and makes us want to linger. But the texture is the other thing: it requires that a lot of work be put into painting anything of value atop it. I really had to watch my step.

    • Dimensions


    • Media


    • Substrate

      Wrapped canvas

    • Profile


    • Year


    • Finish

      Matte polymer varnish with UV protection

    • Frame

      Float frame, 1/2" wide, cut from thoughtfully-culled elm, milk-painted black

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