Merry Christmas!

Each year, starting at the beginning of December I am on the lookout for the perfect winter photo to post with our Christmas greeting. This year there haven’t been any silver thaws, frosty days or even sprinkles of snow for me to photograph. That is fine with me as I love a mild, green Christmas. Even so, there is always great beauty to be found in every season. Last night as I wandered in from the shop I marvelled at the beauty of our giant walnut tree, which grows at the side of our driveway, bathed in the light from the neighbour’s outside security lights, which typically aren’t lit. I took the time to grab a quick photo for today’s post. The picture perfectly showcases a mild, but beautiful West Coast winter’s night.

We wish all of our readers, customers and friends a wonderful Christmas, hopefully celebrated with those you love!

Instant success

A new friend was recently in my studio and watched me do a little sketching as we talked. Their comment was one I’ve heard countless times through the years…. ‘I would give anything to be able to draw like that.’

This is something I have long pondered. Why are certain people able to do things so much better than others and consistently produce masterpiece after masterpiece, seemingly with little effort? Where is that magic to be found?

And this thought has inspired me to watch documentaries and read biographies of many people who have achieved greatness in their particular field. I’ve come to the conclusion that there are reoccurring tendencies. To me, it seems most were born with at least an inkling of talent or were around folks who provided inspiration. Each, without fail, has developed a true passion for their craft. Most surrounded themselves with people with similar interests. Some formally studied but many also achieved success through pure hard work and persistance.

Without fail, the people I have studied, practiced their craft incessantly, often by themselves, when no one else was watching. In by far the majority of cases ‘success’ was not instant, even if it appeared so from afar, but rather the result of long hours, dogged determination, and working against very long odds.

To the person who was in my studio watching me sketch ‘so effortlessly’, wishing they could do likewise, I directed their attention to my bookshelf beside my desk. On that shelf and in many other places throughout our studio, there were full sketchbooks from past decades. These books were literally filled with drawings, done with a ballpoint pen, as I practiced, dreamed up ideas for projects, sketched in idle hours on planes and in waiting rooms, and as I sat in my recliner in the evenings, ‘relaxing’ after a busy day at work. My computer hard drives hold just as many works done digitally on my drawing tablet. I draw endlessly and everywhere, for work, because I enjoy it, because I still need much more practice and because I simply have to try and record all of the ideas that fill my head. I believe those endless hours of constant drawing over almost seven decades has made me better with every passing day and it continues to this day.

I also tossed my friend a new, blank sketchbook, from a pile of spares I keep ready on my desk, to keep as his own. I firmly believe that their wish' ‘to draw like that’ is entirely possible.

Aunty Gay's treasures

Our Christmas tree is a journey into our past. The ornaments are handmade by various family members, lovingly crafted and collected over many years. Each little treasure has a personal story connected to it. Many of these were made by our beloved Aunty Gay. Aunty Gay (technically Janis’ Aunt) and I have a long, long history of teasing each other. I love to push the boundaries (on occasion), and Aunty Gay loves to try and keep me on the straight and narrow. This ‘rivalry’ has become a wonderful tradition, and we continue with each visit.

I’ve long forgotten the details, but the family folklore is that many years ago, on a Christmas visit to Aunty Gay’s house, I took a liking to her wonderful handmade ornaments. Rumour has it that I brazenly sidled up to their beautiful tree and pocketed my favourite jewelled piece in plain view of Aunty Gay. I have no doubt there was a scene with Aunty Gay making a bit of a fuss, as she loves to do. I expected no less, and it is possible that I may have purposely caused the scene. Our little game, which we both enjoy, became part of an annual tradition. In subsequent years, there were extra ornaments on the tree from which I could choose my favourite. That collection grew through the decades, and those treasures still hang proudly on our tree. Each year, as they are carefully unwrapped and hung on the tree, I am again reminded of wonderful people and Christmases past.