Kjelle! Winterland? My ancestors were the northern islanders,
Sons and Daughters of the Gael, who speak Gaelic.
Ga means go, gae means to go, and gael means of the gone.
I don't mind being called either Scottish or Canadian.
It's too bad that the protocols of logging in to comment on Soundcloud,
are so invasive and insistent, not letting me log in to type on your page.
If you don't mind me saying, I don't see you as a Soundcloud user.
I think of musicians who upload their stuff to listen to online, and for free,
as being musical selfies, using technology to create, duplicate and display.
But you are a real composer, a very nice composer, a big surprise.
I looked around a little, but I couldn't figure out what instrument, or instruments,
that you play.
Okay, I didn't finish a song, I finished a painting yesterday.
That might be used as a set piece for a Lake Erie opera.
I have to keep the opera theme going, seeing some Phantom tonight.
For me, there is a great duality here, what my painting goal was.
The most white area, the only white, is in the exact center of the panel.
All the waves and land details point or lead to this center.
The brightest yellow is there, with the strongest black and white contrast.
It's not easy, painting a big sky or big lake, and get a deep perspective.
In person, standing back, this really has an optical illusion, for stereo eyes.
The horizon is curved like a reverse fish-eye lens,
doing everything I can to create this perspective,
without using people, fences or hydro poles, or a boat and some birds,
so the human eye has an easy time with it.
Yes, this is just a sky, lake and shore, really, a painting about nothing.
But it gives you a claustrophobic experience, looking into it,
as the blurred and soft outer details close in, being darker,
and when locals say there aren't any bullrushes growing along Lake Erie,
I say, what would you rather see, bullrushes or hydro blades on the shore?
Beside, bullrushes do grow along Lake Erie, the biggest, around Turkey Point.
Please, look at the black of the distant peninsula, looking totally dark,
and look at the black at the base of the bullrushes, and the side shore.
That looks greyer, softer, maybe dusty, but it's the same black out of the bottle.
That's fooling your eyes here, not the perspective.
Look to the left, looking across the water to the tip of the peninsula,
and you have your reflections and perspective,
but then look up along the right, leading around to the focal point,
another perspective, where it only gets darker and smaller.
That's where your eyes naturally want to go, looking to see where you are,
until you look into the light, after the sun has set, and the dark closes in.
