Icebergs

I am enchanted by icebergs. Waiting to see if they will appear in the spring awakes my senses after the long Newfoundland winter. Glacial ice appears along our coast as pack ice, bergie bits, and icebergs. The white forms are enticingly beautiful and dangerously unpredictable, drifting into shore, blowing back out to sea. Formed in layers over thousands of years, the ice contains a record of time revealed only as it melts and breaks, its mysteries disappearing into the ocean. Some years the ice is close for months, some years we only have a glimpse of white on the horizon, reflecting sunlight on a clear day.

On Ice

Aftermath (cracking up)  red-dot-sold
oil on linen 48″ x 60″ 
2010 

Visitation (moving marble)   
oil on linen 96″ x 156″ 
2010 

Repose (chilled to the bone)  red-dot-sold
oil on linen 48″ x 60″ 
2010 

Ice Wall   red-dot-sold
oil on linen 36″ x 72″ 
2010 

Pool (no lifeguard)  red-dot-sold
oil on linen 48″ x 48″
2010 

What Passes for Spring

Hide and Seek  red-dot-sold
oil on linen 24″ x 60″ 
2010

Purple Haze  red-dot-sold 
oil on linen 24″ x 72″ 
2010

Meltdown (Red Head)  
oil on linen 36″ x 48″ 
2010

Tiara  red-dot-sold
oil on linen 60″ x 24″ 
2010 

Between a Rock and a Hard Place  red-dot-sold
Oil on linen 30″ x 24″ 
2010

 

Interrupted  red-dot-sold
oil on linen 36″ x 36″ 
2010

Alone  red-dot-sold
Oil on linen, 18″ x 31″
2009

Microclimate (in a fog)  red-dot-sold
Oil on linen 24″ x 30″
2010

 

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