
I’m guilty as charged of painting, frame, still life, table construction, room colour, photo. This is the east wall of my kitchen.

I’m guilty as charged of painting, frame, still life, table construction, room colour, photo. This is the east wall of my kitchen.
My obsession with my little sculpture continues.
The bone, in its original state, came from a pot-roast so for this portrait shoot of it I’ve taken it back to a ceramic plate with cutlery and table mat to carry the suggestion that the eyes still find it delectable.
If you have not read elsewhere in this blog, I do wish you to know my diet in recent decades is mostly plant-based.

Fillière © Apr 15, 2018
House, tree, and north-side neighbour, having each spent its/his every physical resource, have each, by time, at different times in the past decade, now been removed.
My eyes, and my camera, were entertained, and miss the J.K. Rowling effect of that earlier full-blown winter roof-line with its magnificently gnarled, pruned, decrepit maple fingers / hands / arms choreographing the full range of winter skies: a Harry Potter house with raccoons and bats; a wonderful wonky-eyed tree.

Five components, all of different irregular sizes, have been cut with ruler and knife from several different pages of random ink and pen or brush markings. In each instance the markings suggest that they continue outside of its local edges.
The individual pieces are then collaged into a new image which in itself also implies an existence outside of its boundaries. A male torso prototype, or perhaps it’s an alligator lurching after prey, or, it becomes whatever the mind wishes to see though it has obviously gained much from the artlessness of abstractions.
Collage, and abstraction, are now of course both century old artistic techniques but obviously they can still energize one’s imagination, and provide a solid workout for compositional skills.

Fillière © 20th 3 2018
The small glass bowl helps to frame and give scale to this exquisite bone sculpture.

This extraordinary find, a vertebrae from a pot-roast, emerged pretty much as is from the carving up of that roast at a dinner table long years before I had decided to choose a vegetarian diet. The butcher’s part in the shaping of this one-armed Winged Victory Venus is evident in the exquisite chops he made in the trimming of the roast on its left side, its lower front facet, and provide a sitting base, all with accidental and absolutely impeccable placement.
My addition was to recognize the perfection of the shape and form of the piece, and to limit my intervention and claim to ownership to the addition of texture by scratching the bone and rubbing pigments into the scratches. It is a found art masterpiece that sits easily into the palm of one hand.


Outdone, out-spun by winter’s viral horde my only plan to find accord. With such excess to mediate and meditate, find awe and wonder in, and wait, and wait until the crystal rage, December’s cast is made and set for skin and bone … and spade.

If you count the edges of the chopped segments of abstract markings you can find a dozen pieces out of which this image was assembled and pasted down. I think of it as an innovation on a kind of centaur. Great fun to do such a wild compositional search-and-find assemblage.


The way we feed off one another, the way organisms feed off each other is endlessly fascinating.


A bathroom window ledge cut-glass object, simple, light filled, grand.
