Saturday, December 26, 2009

SALLY'S POND #3 'BRIAN'

SALLY'S POND #3
24 X 20
Oil on canvas
I mentioned my canoe trip with BRIAN in relation to an earlier painting.
My friends listen when I speak.
I often speak nonsense, but I always demand an ear.
While enjoying the beauty of his pond, BRIAN was kind enough to stop paddling and listen as I rambled on from the rear of his canoe...
This work is for sale, $1,790

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

KNOWLTON CEMETARY: STEPHEN CARON, 2009

"...in solitude, where we are least alone."
(Lord Byron)

KNOWLTON CEMETARY: August 2009

11 X 14

Oil on canvas

My visit to a sunlit place where peace reigns sovereign. As I grow older, I wonder at the significance of my short 'strut' upon this planet.


I attempt to paint the light which defines our lives...

This work is for sale: $790

YOUR HUMBLE PAINTER...

I am the 'Star' of my own show...
The face you see is neither a prince nor a pauper.
It is the face of a man who, to the best of his ability, strives to produce something of value as dusk approaches his horizon.
I play poker, as this particular 'uniform' suggests. I like to calculate 'odds' and then make decisions. I am a 'retired' BLACKJACK player. I used to count cards. This endeavour in Montreal was soon "nipped in the bud" as the Casino planted it's yellow card in the shoe... about 2 decks closer to middle.
I love to cook.
NASCAR auto racing intrigues me. I enjoy the speed and precision involved in this sport.
Tennis excites me. I appreciate individual sports, where one man or woman has talent and is brave enough to go 'all-out' before a world-wide audience.
I LOVE the arts. Classical music inspires me; BACH, BEETHOVEN, LISZT and so many other great composers. Great music stimulates a spiritual core that lingers above the tip of my spine. CHOPIN! Have I mentioned FREDERIC?
As I grow older, I find that simple things give me enormous pleasure. I might be standing in line at the 'check-out' counter... and when a sweet face smiles in my direction, I feel thankful.
I am somewhat of a philosopher. I have few answers and MANY questions. I somehow refuse to believe that my life is meaningless, yet (at the same time) I ponder in awe the extent and depth of the universe.
I recognize that my life is a grain of sand upon a VERY large beach.
When all of these things are packed into a box and sent to the attic, one thing remains; one thing that I hope will define my petty existance upon this planet. I hope to leave a thin trace of my presence after I have taken flight.
I PAINT!
I revel in a small world where there is a brush in my hand, some color upon my palette; and when a white field begs to be filled.
THANK-YOU for viewing my art.
STEPHEN CARON
December, 2009