Capture the world while you can
By Brandy Gale, From Single Malt Cove
Once upon a time, before the average person could hop on a plane and see a desert, palm tree, iceberg, or tiger for oneself, folks relied on artists' renderings for visual knowledge of everything on the planet that did not exist in their immediate environment.
Storytelling and imagination fleshed out the essence of such lands, beasts, forests, and humans, but a picture is worth a thousand words.
Some think this may happen again — that we will use up the Earth's finite energy resources and won't have the capacity left to find and employ new ones. Then, only refugees, pirates, and the very wealthy will have the opportunity to travel great distances and enjoy first-hand, primary visual experiences of foreign lands.
When I travel, I make art, always: I document the substance of a place from life while I still can.
Acknowledging the plausible outcome of our carefree ways with the planet's resources can make one serious about one's craft. My focus intensifies. I treasure the moment. Seize the day. Can't relax — not much, anyway!
With a smile as big as the ocean I write to you today from the island nation of
Barbados. I have been coming here to visit with my parents and paint for many years.
Like our own island community of
Prince Edward County, Barbados has a flourishing circle of working artists. I hope next year to attend a workshop held by the accomplished painter
Henderson Reece, whose stunning batiks are truly an inspiration to me.
Studying the coastline on our approach into
Grantley Adams International Airport revealed exciting colours of a different spectrum than in Canada. Barbados is 13 degrees from the equator; everything, including colours, is hotter here.
A 20-minute drive (on the "other" side of the road, eek!) ferries us to our destination: a heavenly place called
The Crane. Built high atop a coral cliff in 1887, The Crane is the
Caribbean's oldest hotel.
I love the palm shadows dancing on the walkway to the room. They are like old friends waving me back to the fold.
Below, the pink beach stretches endlessly. The cliffs keep watch stoically as the waves erode them. As we struggle to prevent the erosion of our sand dunes at
Sandbanks, the
Bajans do what they can to prevent the inevitable.
(Image: watercolour sketch of the cliffs at Crane Beach, Barbados, by Brandy Gale)
Rendering these cliffs year after year, I am witness to the effect of the elements on terra not so firma.
We enjoy a dinner of salade Niçoise composed by my Dad, locally brewed
Banks beer, and terrific conversation. Post-sunset, my beloved muse and I sneak off to sketch the evening skies as constellations glitter by the glow of a fingernail moon.
The next morning, I paint tropical gardens at sunrise, gazing over the cliff to the sublime teal sea. Then it's off to
Bathsheba, where "old Barbados" lives on.
With its exquisitely rugged terrain, Bathsheba seems like another planet. Coral-filled caverns with parrotfish guarding the entrance greet you and your snorkel. There are hunks of worn coral as big as
Picton's Crystal Palace languishing in the surf.
(Image: Bathsheba beach, photo by Brandy Gale)
It's textural heaven for the artist. When I paint these scenes in sepia, this relatively untouched part of the island looks just like an old postcard from 1887.
These forays may not always be so readily available to me. I am a lucky artist, coming from a far-off land to create and spark imagination in those back home who might not get the opportunity to walk along these beaches, to breath this air.
Walking in my parents' footprints as I follow them along the beach, I realize that being in the moment is key.
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