Wednesday, March 19, 2025

'Weather Diary' at Nineteen








Weather Diary 


Nineteen years ago, in the Spring of 2006,

I had the opportunity to travel to 

Ocracoke Island off the coast of North Carolina,

 to live and work at my art.

(This ‘Artist Residency’ was actually a 

50th birthday gift from my husband Doug Brown, 

the only one who knew of my desire to become a 

hermit in order to produce some new work.)

I wanted to focus on drawing, using materials I

 hadn't used in a while -

primarily oil pastels, watercolour pencils, chalks and

 graphite.

I set off on my month-long pilgrimage with these 

materials and lots of drawing surfaces.


It is a seventeen hour drive from Peterborough 

Ontario to Ocracoke NC.

 I was to live in a cottage, (sight unseen), in 

Ocracoke Village,

 just me and our three-year-old black lab, Chester.


It wasn't long before I fell into the rhythm of island life. 

I wanted solitude so as to work without distraction. 

Yes, I had that.


And I wanted the sea.


Whatever was happening with regard to my artwork

 and the weather, 

each day included a long ramble on the glorious 

Ocracoke Island beach, the wide open 

Atlantic-facing expanse of bliss. 

This daily beach walk led to the creation of a 

series of works entitled 'Weather Diary', 

one-a-day drawings infused by the sea, sand, 

dunes and wild moody skies - the elements -

 that found their way into me.


You can view the art,

and read about my 'Weather Diary' pilgrimage

 here:

 annerenouf.blogspot.ca










 

Wednesday, January 29, 2025

A 'Good King Wenceslas' Walk-in-the-Woods


Sunday January 26, 2025


A rather ‘Good King Wenceslas’ 
trudge this morning. 

 



A bit of ‘bitter weather’ for sure, 
being winter in Canada. 
Not ‘on The Feast of Stephen’, but the feast of St Paula Romana , 
according to my book of saints, 
(January 26, 347-404).




The snow, ‘deep and crisp and even’, 
and a good six or eight inches of it in the woods. 

And we were, in a sense, ‘gathering winter fuel’, 
as we scouted out a number of standing dead elms, 
and pocketed some birchbark. 





And we certainly walked ‘where the snow lay dinted’ 
as we followed the four-wheeler tracks from a few days ago.






And, 

we did ‘find blessing‘...


Sunday morning Angel Tree.