
“If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.” Marc Chagall
Four years ago, my sister and I started driving, not knowing where we were going. We lived in Edmonton, the most beautiful place in Alberta, probably the country, maybe the world. We drove south using only the secondary highways which took us through charming small towns. We called it our “White Trash” holiday. Our goal was to visit every dollar store and Wal-mart in every town small enough to have a water tower. We made friendship bracelets peppered with clay beads. We read romance novels. We did sudoku and crosswords badly. We drank specialty coffees in the morning with nothing but the sky for company. We ate pop rocks and licorice and listened to music.
Fort Macleod was one of the places we visited. We camped for a night outside the town in a tiny site nestled against the Old Man River. The town used to be an RCMP barracks and the old Fort Museum is still there to tell the story of our early days in this country. The main drag through town has rows of buildings, many still have the false fronts from the pioneer days to make them look bigger.
We had all the things we needed in our car; a small propane stove, air mattresses, sleeping bags, tents. We traveled around like turtles, carrying our home with us. What a glorious existence to be a nomad. We had no idea where we were going at any given time. We woke up in the morning and said “Where do we want to go today?” And that’s where we went.
Fort Macleod sits just west of Lethbridge, riding high on the prairie like a boat on the swells. I imagine any person who ever saw the landscape felt the same awe and love for the expansive green fields, the largeness of the blue sky laced with filmy clouds, warm winds that embrace. The calmness of the small town local who asks for nothing from you but will give you a smile, hold open a door, ask how you’re doing and really mean it.
I started drawing years ago as a way of documenting the things in the world that are the most beautiful. And Alberta is certainly beautiful. I began to make drawings of anything that struck me, usually an interesting composition. I looked back at my drawings after a 20 year hiatus and saw them as stepping stones sprinkled across a river. They became a path for me to find myself, to be reminded of the reason we are here. And that reason is, love. Love is the only thing that makes Art in any form, it’s the key ingredient to any thing in the world that’s worth doing, the essential component to anything with which we might occupy our time.
When I looked back at the years that have passed and all the many things that have immersed me, I realized that love was often missing from my most important relationships. I had forgotten love. And I can’t go back and live those days again. Those grains of sand have passed me by and I can only learn to forgive myself for my coldness as much as I learn to triumph in my warmth. I see those failings of mine, those days when I was at my lowest and needed a kind word and I decided to put my drawings out for the world. And maybe people might see the same thing about themselves. We’re all human and I know we’re all guilty of the same failings. But we can reach out to each other in our times of need and offer that smile that asks for nothing in return. We can say “How are you doing?” and listen quietly for the answer.
This is a time lapse video of the drawing
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You are a Canadian gem.
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Oh. Thank you so much
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You can certainly write… beautiful!
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Thanks so much.
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I enjoyed reading this!
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Thanks Christine
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Great post, and love the Chagall quote.
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Thanks Mark. Chagall is my number one favorite artist. And you have his name, although spelled a little different.
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I had the pleasure of going to his museum in France. 🙂🙂
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Wow. I’d love to go.
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Hope you get the opportunity. 🙂
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Ohhh. I love how you write. There is such tenderness, determination and a will to live in your words. I’ll be close and never ask anything in return.
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Thank you Manja
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I’m pleased to encounter you and your work. I appreciate the reflection of Northwest native visual themes with your own style. I had to look up the places in your posts, but I’m pleased to see I’ve at least not be FAR from Ft. McLeod, in Waterton. Thank you for visiting Under Western Skies.
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Which drawing has the Northwest native theme?
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Love your stories! ❤️
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Wonderful work, Dale
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Thanks Phil
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My pleasure!
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The head is a transport mechanism.
The mind in the heart is the jazzy sports car!
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Interesting post . thank you for liking few of my posts , have a nice day .J M
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Thanks jm
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I enjoy reading about Alberta as a future destination for our road trips. Thanks for the Fort Macleod description.
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Alberta has a lot of small towns that are both picturesque and full of history. I love Alberta.
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What a great quote from Marc Chagall! I love his work. Yours, too!
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He’s my favorite
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Such a beautiful thought. Something worth thinking about. Keep Glittering, from TGA by Misha 😊👍👍
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Thanks Misha
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your way of writing is very touching….
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I appreciate that you read it. Thank you
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welcome mam
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