Saturday, May 5, 2012

Window to Heart

Window to the Heart

I drove out to Rockland to paint. Christopher (friend) kindly took the day off work to film. The weather was much colder than the weather man suggested. I choose to paint in Cumberland, near the horse stables where Isabelle takes horse riding camp. 

I tried to use round paint brushes. Thinking of Maria. but the brushes kept falling apart. So I was unable to work with the round paint brushes.

A video will be posted someday soon.  At a lose of words.  Really had a difficult time connecting the energy and find the way for the painting to live.  In the end I managed to get what was gotten. 

thank you

Patrick


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Window to the Heart. oil on canvas. 36 x 48 inches. Spring 2012. Price: $2000


Window to the Heart... on fence in studio garden


 my friend Christophe (making a film)

 car / mobile studio
my daugther Isabelle riding her a horse 

Thursday, May 3, 2012

My Kid Could Paint That...

 Just a smattering of the art on display this evening for the vernissage of My Kid Could Paint That...
Jack Stekelenburg
Patrick John Mills
















Featured artists are sculptor Jack Stekelenburg, painters, Adam Davidson. Bruce Stewart, and Patrick John Mills along with posthumous work by James Boyd. The show runs until May 26/12.
Jack Stekelenburg
Jack Stekelenburg



Bruce Stewart
Jack Stekelenburg




James Boyd
Bruce Stewart

James Boyd

Patrick John Mills

Tell the World, or at least Ottawa, About Your Art

Pecha Kucha Ottawa Vol # 5 - Open Call for Speakers

We are thrilled that the re-launch of Pecha Kucha in Ottawa on March 27th was so well-received and we are super-pumped for the next PK Ottawa to be held June 12, 2012 at the Saint Brigid's Centre for the Arts. We now seek your help in identifying potential speakers for future editions of Pecha Kucha Ottawa.

What Are We Looking For:
It's as simple as who you think makes Ottawa a more creative city? Tell us a little more about the potential speaker(s) (e.g., web links, description, etc) and why this person (group or organization) inspires you. Don't hesitate to nominate more than one candidate and yes, you can definitely nominate yourself!

We encourage you to visit the Pecha Kucha Ottawa Blog to learn more about our theme of "creative city-making":

http://pechakuchaottawa.posterous.com/

Deadline:
Please submit your nomination(s) by May 4th (6PM).

How Do I Submit My Nomination?
You can do it several ways:

tweet us your nomination @PechaKucha_OTT
post your nomination on our Facebook page:
http://www.facebook.com/PechaKuchaOttawa
comment on this blog post
e-mail us pechakuchaottawa@gmail.com
and we are experimenting with Pinterest (you need an account) by pinning your nomination here - http://pinterest.com/pechakuchaott/speakers-suggestions/

Monday, April 30, 2012

Dream Beautiful Dreams


Dream Beautiful Dreams. oil on canvas. 48 x 72 inches. Spring 2012. Price: $4500.
photo taken in studio
Patrick John Mills



Dream Beautiful Dreams. oil on canvas. 48 x 72 inches. Spring 2012. Price: $4500.
Patrick John Mills


close up of Dream Beautiful Dreams



Forever Tender. oil on canvas. 46  x 50 inches. Spring 2012. Price: $2800. 
photo taken on fence in studio garden


Forever Tender. oil on canvas. 46 x 50 inches. Spring 2012. Price: $2800.
Patrick John Mills 


close up of Forever Tender


Surrender to Dreams. oil on canvas. 48 x 72 inches. Spring 2012. Price: $4500. 
Patrick John Mills


close up of Surrender to Dreams


Good Night. oil on canvas. 22 x 28 inches. Spring 2012. Price: $600.


Indulge. oil on canvas. 32 x 42 inches. Spring 2012. Price: $1400.
Patrick John Mills

Indulge. oil on canvas. 32 x 42 inches. Spring 2012. Price: $1400.
Patrick John Mills


close up of Indulge painting


Two Weeks and Two Days  

It was like putting my arm in an electric panel.  A heart attack.  When you shut down for years, and your marriage ends.  My heart was locked under my rib cage.  Starving for love and tenderness. Seven months later I meet a beautiful lady.  She was the pink on my palette.  Tender. Complicated heart. Could not sleep. Painted all hours of the day and night. Panic attacks. Insomnia. Sleep walking in my palette.  Difficultly sleeping, eating, functioning.  Extremely overwhelming.

There is a wound in my heart. Beautiful lady showed me blue flowers down by the river. Made me an incredible meal with her magical potato masher.  She wore a retro dress. 

Falling... Falling... Fall.  Glass breaks when it hits the floor. Too much is too much.  Flood. Open heart surgery.  Heart on display. She closed the door. Time to move on.  

Feel pretty empty. Happy to be alone. No more tension. No more begging for love and hugs. Miss my Isabelle so much. One week on. One week off. Sleep in her bed sometimes when she is away.  Really wished to have beautiful family dinners at the dinning room table. Failed. 17 years together died.  

Need more paint. Always need more.  Too much love is never enough.  Swim in an ocean of dreams.  Surrounded with everything and nothing all at the same time.  Dance in Sunshine. Love shines from inside my soul. 

Finished another painting. Paintings dry and can not speak your name. Hundreds and hundreds of paintings. Art is Dead. It does not hold you.  It is much easier to not open your heart. It is better to shut down than feel pain.  Love is a drug. I am addicted to pain.  Piss in a bucket. Roof that leaks. Got a new tarp for my studio. Approached two galleries in ten years.  Confident. Deeply insecure. Hate being a door to door sales man. Eat shit and smile at the same time. .  

One afternoon a little boy was asked to water the flowers in the backyard by his mother. Wanting to show how much he loved her - he connected the hose and began to water the flowers. Hours passed. It started to get dark. He stayed up all night. The little boy fell asleep on the lawn with the hose clinched in his hands.  The next morning his mother woke up to make coffee. The backyard was flooded. She freaked out.

Inside my soul there are fields of flowers. Endless waves of tenderness.  Too much is too much. Too much is never enough.

love
Patrick




Sunday, April 29, 2012