It has been a while since I’ve posted, but rest assured, Found This Art is still going strong. Rumour has it that some pieces have been deposited alongside ‘in flight’ menus in the seat pockets of airplanes. A secret agent also took some pieces to coast of north-east England.
Today, I wanted to share what I’ve been working on in the studio. In my part of the world, spring is in full swing, so tulips are on order. I also noticed a good old-fashioned tire swing on my walk this morning. There is also a ‘water theme’ going on, with fun fish, and a view across a quiet lake. These four pieces are numbers 21 through 24 – so I’m staying on track for about one piece per week.
These pieces, and many others, will soon make their way around the world. Stay tuned!
The stories are developing.
A shell made its way to Portugal, and ended up in a fantastic hotel in Lisbon, called the Gallery House. A very lovely person who works there found the art, and it now has a home on her desk.
The art had special meaning to her. Her mother called her “Concha” which, in English, means shell. In an email to me she writes:
“Thank you for giving happiness to me”.
No more words are needed.
Do you see it?
A secret agent was in Mexico, and dropped a piece of art in a zoomie place:
Journey are important and traveling is fun. Perhaps even more fun when tasked with being a secret agent.
Big thanks to my very special helpers.
The project continues. It’s “world famous” now – in the sense of the art showing up at some pretty famous restaurants! In this case, a well-known place called Fran’s – located in Toronto (Ontario), Canada. If you are there for breakfast, the traditional ‘two eggs + bacon’ is a very fine choice.
The drop-off at Fran’s was down in the basement near the washrooms, and here’s a terrible photo showing the secret envelope stuck in a plant:
I’m sure someone found it, and I sure hope they enjoyed what they found. When they opened it up, they would discovered an old barn:
I like old barns. They remind me of growing up in a rural area; the sounds and sights of tractors and farm fields bring back strong memories. Old barns have so much character, and you can always see hints of colour on old barns, whether a red door, rusty roof, or faded white paint on silos. When possible, I try to peek into old barns and look up to the rafters, smell the hay, and glimpse the stalls (imagining workhorses there, making their horsy noises).
It’s always worth pulling off to the side of the road when you see a nice old barn. Take a pause, enjoy the structure, maybe take a photo or two, or maybe sketch or paint what you see. I’m pretty sure that will give you some joy.
The rural life may also remind you about having a big farmer’s breakfast, perhaps a traditional two-eggs with bacon.
Here’s something to share with you:
One of the pieces landed in the lounge of a most exciting place – the Rock Hotel, in Gibraltar. Here’s the proof (it’s there, on the table!):
Here’s the first piece of art that will leave the studio – number one. A blue jay, seen at a bird feeder over the December break. Shimmering feathers, regal crest. Voracious in its eating habits. These corvids can clear a feeder in minutes, it seems.