The subject will be … roses.

April, nearly May already!  And two exciting events are just around the corner:  My first post-winter trip to Toronto’s St Lawrence Market tomorrow to see what flowers, if any, the Taylor family have brought in; and the planning and planting of my balcony garden. This of course means more flower images.  “What on earth do […]

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How the Internet Leads Emerging Artists Astray – Part 3 :- The Myth of Originality

In parts 1 and 2, I suggested that social media and an Internet presence generally are important – but not at the expense of having a good, old-fashioned real-world presence and strategy as the primary pipeline for marketing and establishing a network. Here in Part 3, I suggest that a focus on “originality” and being […]

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How the Internet Leads Emerging Artists Astray – Part 2 :- Centers of Influence, Points of Power

I recently read an article by a marketing guru who stated that to bullet-proof your career you need 100 collectors. One hundred collectors!  Not just buyers, mind you, who might just want your piece to match the drapes: Serious art collectors who repeatedly turn to you to augment their collections. I’m going to lie down […]

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Spontaneous biography

I am currently in discussion with an artist-entrepreneur here in Toronto regarding licensing some of my work.  More than that I’m not at liberty to divulge.  However, he sent me a questionnaire recently, in order to make a kind of bio-CV, and it was interesting to craft responses.  Now those I can share, and here […]

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The worst winter…

… is the one you just survived.   I used to say how much I loved winter.  And it used to be true.  But my old bones did not like the past season, with its months of dreariness followed by the coldest snap in 50 years towards the end of Feb.  I felt my age. I felt the winter in me.

So I’m posting these tulips in the hope that their striving, twisting and turning will signal some kind of new movement in me.  Because it can only get better.

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