Friday, March 25, 2016

Cops - Police - Artists

Cops - Police – Artists

A few days ago I found myself stuck in a 45 minute traffic jam on the Queen's Way. Only to see that an OPP (police car) had pulled over a car in the center island (left lane). I was around 8:30 am on a Thursday morning.

I could not believe that a police officer could be so fucking stupid. 1000 + plus people must have been late for work. This is not the first time I have seen such stupid acts by the police. Sadly this kind of occurrence has happened more times than I would like to share.

I have a drug dealer who lives on my street. He has lost his nose and his ears from doing too much drugs. I was told that some drugs he is addicted to are extended by rat poison / d-wormer and a small percentage of individuals have an allergic reaction. This explains why my drug addict / drug dealer neighbor has no noise and ears. This drug dealer is breaking into countless cars and doing endless illegal acts to support his addiction. I have called the police a few times relating issues connected to this individual. The police confess the holes in the system. This drug dealer has hundreds of small crimes. Nothing changes. And the cycle continues and repeats itself.

I am an artist. I am a painter. I have lived and worked in Ottawa for 11 years. I have had the police stop and ask me questions over 90 times. In the last three months the police have stopped me 11 times. I have been asked for my driver's license, date of birth, home address. I am asked such questions as: What are you doing? Why are you doing that here? Why are you not doing that at your home in your basement?

Is it not perfectly clear that I am an artist. My cloths are covered in paint. I have tons of art materials. Brushes, Canvases. Really is it not abundantly obvious what I am doing? I am not selling anything. I refuse donations. I am there to paint. To embrace the location and the beauty of the elements

Why am I being stopped and questioned by the police so much? I believe we as a community do not encourage and support creative people enough. Imagine if we had artists dancing, singing, performing, sharing, giving, communicating their gifts and talents. I think Our City, Our Home, Our Community would be so much more beautiful.

Just think about how amazing it would be to walk around the city... stop and listen to live music. Look at artists working creating art. Tourists and residents would be more likely to to enjoy Ottawa. It is my view that City Hall nickles and dimes us too much. Too many rules. Too many permits. It is too complicated. Things need re-structuring.

I can not count how many art galleries have closed in the past 5 – 7 years, but it is over 20 art galleries. Why are things structured the way they are? Who cares if the guy singing on the street corner has a permit or not? When I go to the Chip Wagon... do I really think that the owner is paying taxes on half of the money he pockets?

I would love to see too many artists on the streets... that is a problem I welcome.

Live Love Arts

Patrick John Mills

Sunday, February 28, 2016

How does it feel to be an artist and paint?

I wished to try to explain how it feels to be an artist and  paint.

I will talk about two different experiences.

working on three large paintings all at the same time - Dec 2015

This painting I worked on for three weeks. And I dance and enjoyed the building up the layers of paint. Great satisfaction and joy.

In the final stages of working on this painting I feel like an egg. I feel like an egg being dropped from an airplane. Sky diving or suicide. I am completely alive. My heart is beating so passionately. I can feel the red blood pumping like a volcano. But it is more like drinking a fine wine. The wine swims and washes the palette of my mouth. I eat a perfectly grilled steak off the barbeque that had been marinated in Montreal steak spice. Roasted vegetables with pink Himalaya sea salt and ground pepper and extra virgin olive oil. The wine just wash everything down. Everything is blended and mixed. I savor the moment. I am not in a rush everything slows down, pay attention. I actively participate in this conversation with my canvas. I feel perfectly content. My heart grows. My blood warms.

I walk out off the plane. I fall into the sky. My soul is open to everything. Thousands of butterflies are released. I am naked. I am completely vulnerable. All my senses are sensitive. My nose smells the perfume air like a lover that has blanketed herself over me. I am distilled, cocooned, nested in this perfect intimate moment.

I keep falling and falling. I am that fragile egg that is falling. I hold nothing back. My heart is open. I give and give. I touch the canvas with great tenderness and abundant generosity. I approach this precious moment like I am holding my daughter's hand as we walk in a park. We stop to pick flowers. We sit in the long golden grass. I thread some wild daisies into chains and place them in her hair. Each petal is so delicate. She is my jewel.

All the crocuses, tulips, daffodil bulbs bloom inside and break through my skin like spring. I get goose bumps, or perhaps frostbite... as it sometimes is very cold. Blue blood. I feel everything. I cut myself open. The zipper of soul is undressed and my skin is left on the ground like a snake skin. I keep bleeding and I keep believing.

work table and palette

I empty over 50 large tubes of paint in under two hours. It is a massive party. I have all the voices singing inside my head. It is a house party where all my friends celebrate creativity and we all drink, dance and share love. There are no rules, only pure freedom.

I keep falling... the egg is falling and falling. This moment continues.. and I hold this bliss.

Then I have reached the submit of the mountain. I have reached the top of K2 in my creative mind. And then suddenly the egg hits the ground. And everything inside me has exploded on the blank canvas.

Painting along the Ottawa River in Aylmer. 
oil on canvas. 30 x 72 inches. Nov - Dec 2015
Price: $4000

Then there is second moment that I would wish to share with you. I worked on the painting over over a week.  I will talk about the last day of working on the painting.

I am painting along the Ottawa River in Aylmer. It is extremely windy. This time I have both winter boots feet on the ground. I am not in a plane. But it is winter and the winter wind is strong and cold. I feel like a little boy that is trying to fly a kite. The ghost of my father is beside me. My mother is holding me despite living on the other side of the country. Just because they are not next to me does not mean that they are not with me. I am alone. I do my best to embrace the freedom of myself. Sometimes it is not easy. And I say to myself. Being alone is being in good company. But a painting is not a lover. It is not a friend. It does not hold you. It does not kiss you. You do not snuggle a painting.

Working on a painting... winter winter winter day... lol

So I am that little boy trying to fly his kite on a very windy day. But as I become more centered. More creative. As I become the painter that is falling into the rainbow of pigments in his canvas. I leave my body. I forget that it is cold. I am a soul. I am energy. I am the wind. I am the snow blowing in the wind. There is an invisible energy that flows in the current of my soul. I am that snow flake that melts on my face. I am transforming. I am.... I am alive in that moment.

taking break to make a snow angel  - :)

I am that kite that is blowing around. But the wind is so strong. The kite speeds up, spins around around and around. But the wind is wild and out of control. So the kite nose dives to the ground. My palette blows 20 plus feet across the field. My canvas blows off the table - throws itself. I am lucky that the canvas does not break. My bones are stronger. I eat nails for breakfast. I am Rocky. I am do not accept failure. I embrace the pleasure and the pain equally. It is intensely cold outside. For a second my fingers are really cold. They feel like I hit them with a hammer. My fingers are screaming. And I am unplugged from the electricity, as I have to go get my canvas that blew, flew, and landed on the snow ground. Blue blood. Red blood. I am that kite. I get my palette and brushes. I have to smile. I smile and embrace the crazy beautiful moment. I am not complaining. I am sharing. I love the intensity of everything.

My palette and canvas blown away

So I continue to be that boy trying to learn to fly his kite. It is a dream. A crazy dream. The wind gets more turbulent. I am doing my best to satisfy my soul. The painting blows crazy... it will not stay still. So I feel like I am play fighting with a lover. I pin her down in the bed of my mind. Try to kiss her. She is resisting. So I need to use gentle strength. She is trying to tickle me. And I do not wish to goof around. I want to make tender passionate love. But mother nature is wanting to play fight. I refer to the canvas as a woman... (but really this is asexual reproduction... lol). No judgment please. Just a metaphor. :)

I put the painting on the ground... less likely to blow away. 

Well I massage the canvas. I caress every inch of the surface. I am a baker making bread. A carpenter. I am a make up artist putting mascara on her beautiful eye lashes. I am a proud father that is changing my daughter's diaper. I am the gardener who is taking time to pull out the weeds. I am the clown trying to make you laugh and add happiness to your day. I also feel like a fool... for every moment is lost in time and these paintings are not alive. Empty tubes of paint. Blank canvases. And these paintings are not water, they are not sunshine that makes flowers grow. Everything is Art. Art is not everything. But if sure is a dream to make art.

Thank you for reading. Please leave a comment.

Live Love Art
Patrick John Mills

Sunday, November 8, 2015

The Art Factory

The Art Factory 

Currently I am in the process of purchasing this property in Renfrew, Ottawa, Ontario.

I am very excited about having such a large artist studio space.  The factory is 8700 square feet with 23 foot high ceilings.

There is a lot of work that will be needed to be done.  But every journey starts with one step.  It will take some time to fix the place up. I am excited. And look forward to this project.

My vision is to have some sort of retail space in the front part of the building. Eventually hire staff to run a retail store. In this store I intend to sell art, hand made objects, jewelry, tea, coffee, deserts, and fun interesting things.  The front part of the building is about 3000 square feet, divided on two levels. I plan to put a lot of time and energy into making this space an experience. So that people are inspired and wish to return.  

The vision will grow and is very flexible. I will see and be open to what gifts, ideas, individuals present themselves to the space.  

The property is on the main road of Renfrew.  You can not miss it as you drive down the main road.  

I will be posting on my Facebook wall events... One of the ideas that I have is to offer a free, open invite to all my Facebook Artists Friends... we can all have a creative weekend together making art in the Art Factory.  I think there will be enough space. lol.  Well I hope we can all be creative for a weekend (arrive on a Friday, be creative, and Sunday afternoon return after great time together).  Well this is one of many many ideas. It will be fun.  Excited.

My very good friend Jack Stekelenburg will be living and working there. I have offered him free studio space to sculpt for life. Jack is a great dear friend. And he is a very talented artist. It will give me great joy to see him express himself with his art.  

Live Love Art


inside the Art Factory

photo inside the Art Factory

I will also get this duplex house (rental income)

 photo of the front of the future Art Factory

An office that will be converted into an apartment for Jack

 I will need to renovate this (much work) but I intend to convert this into storage units to rent out

This structure is rented out to a local business (1400 square feet)

Sunday, February 8, 2015

En Plein Air - Landscape Painting in a Snow Storm...Patrick John Mills

En Plein Air - Landscape Painting in a Snow Storm.

International Award Winning Abstract Landscape Painter and Poet -  Patrick John Mills shares with you "En Plein Air Painting"  in a Snow Storm, -34 degree Celsius. and extreme winter painting conditions.

The artist talks about his En Plein Air painting experience live and on location during a snow storm.  He talks about landscape painting techniques and much more.  

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Color Theory - Oil Painting techniques - Abstract Artist Patrick John Mills 

Abstract Oil Painting - artist Patrick John Mills talks about life and painting techniques 


Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Solo Show at the Hintonburg Public House

Solo Show at the Hintonburg Public House
1020 Wellington Street West
22 Selected works on display - plus a jacket

Feb 2nd - March 7th 2015

Meet the Artist - Thursday Feb 12th 2015

(meet the artist - or just show some support and encouragement)
I have really been working hard in my studio, on the streets, on a bridge, in my mind.
It would mean a lot to me if you came...
Live Love Art - Patrick

The Hintonburg Public House - 1020 Wellington Street West

photo of paintings in the show 

Inner Core. oil on canvas. 12 x 14 inches. Price: $250

Changing of the Seasons. oil on canvas. 2013 about 18 x 24 inches. Price: $350 

Inner Core. oil on canvas. 8 x 10 inches. 2013. Price: $125

 The Canal. oil on canvas. 38 x 78 inches. March 2012. Price $2500

 close up of the Canal painting - detail 

 Inner Sunshine. Oil on canvas. about 14 x 16 inches. 2014. Price: $300

The Canal. oil on canvas. 32 x 54 inches (approximate size). March 2013. Price: $1800

Inner Core. oil on canvas. 36 x 48 inches. 2014. Price: $1400

 Visiting Jack Stekelenburg's studio (in the Fall)
oil on canvas. 11 x 14 inches approximate. 2013. Price: $300

 I Love You. oil on canvas. 36 x 48 inches. 2013. Price: $1400

Ode to Spring. oil on canvas. 44 x 64 inches. (approximate size). 2012. Price: $2200 

preview of painting on display at The Hintonburg Public House
Tender Self (left), Ode to Spring (right)

Love Connection. oil on canvas. 36 x 48 inches. 2013. Price: $1400

photo of paintings in the show  

photo of paintings in the show
Artist's Jacket ($200) - Self Portrait ($2500)

Self Portrait. oil on canvas. 48 x 48 inches. 2012. Price: $2500

Artist's Jacket $200

She drives me crazy. oil on canvas. 14 x 20 inches (appr). 2012. Price: $300

Inner Core. oil on canvas. 2014. 7 x 9 inches. Price: $125

Heart Beat. oil on canvas. 14 x 18 inches. 2014. Price: $200

I Love You. oil on canvas. 36 x 48 inches. 2013. Price: 1400

 Heart Beat (top) , Sunshine Soul (bottom)

Inner Courage. oil on canvas. 16 x 20 inches (appro). 2014. Price: $250

The Canal. oil on canvas. 32 x 54 inches. March 2012. Price: $1800

Intersection of Merton and Ladouceur. oil on canvas. 24 x 30 inches. Price: $500

She drives me crazy (top) - $300
Self Portrait (below)- $500