Terrill Welch by herself - Issue #5 Night Paintings and Spring Mud
With fear in my eyes, I would look up and see a clattering snowshoe-removing mosquito about the size of a small elephant becoming airborne. I knew from experience that it was heading straight for any of my delicate exposed skin.
Terrill Welch by herself - Issue #4 Arbutus Tree Company and Rough Seas
My outer and inner worlds seem to be mirroring each other these past few weeks. Turbulent and unsettled with smatterings of loveliness pretty much sums things up. I was telling a friend that I felt like I was…
Terrill Welch by herself - Issue #3 Finding Something New
When I was feeling like I just wasn’t able to yet put paint on the large canvas for my other subject, I chose these seals and placed my small gessobord on my plein air easel right in front of the large easel with its still white canvas with a few pencil markings.
Terrill Welch by herself - Issue #2 The Coziest of Cozy Season
There is a false sense that everyone is gone. This untruth seems to prevail only because the majority of people leave the island to the seals and otters during January and the first half of February. This climate is warm in the winter by Canadian standards. Cold is not the issue…
Terrill Welch by herself - Issue #1 Before the Beginning
Sometimes a new beginning is more like a middle or it might even possibly be near the end. We never really know do we?
