Monday, January 23, 2012


Parts. Pieces. Breath. One by one, we count it all off subconsciously. Where is it we believe we are going? Here I am. Here I am, trying to get with the present, trying not to wish the bus would get going so I can get to work and get to work so I can get through the day and get home again. Stupid. Daft. Pushing through life like it's one big, crowded shopping mall.

I become engrossed in the colours and texture of the coat on the woman in front of me. The pattern takes me to a simpler time, a time where comfort was found in time itself, in the time it took to do things, in the "manual" of it all. I remember the clear-bodied coloured pen and the clear cogs of the Spirograph, the straight pins and paper - the potential. I loved this, the act of it as much as the complicated final drawing. It all amazed me. How did someone figure this out?

Cartoon colours were vivid and the characters were simple and bold in design. They were huge and hilarious in personality - from the meep meep of the roadrunner to the misguided antics of Yogi Bear searching out his pic-i-nic baskets with his anxious and steadfast pal, Boo-Boo.

Breathe. Stop. Rest here in this moment.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012


The wonder and greatness of all that is, all that can be imagined and beyond flows through me. I find wonder in all things and beauty in the most simple. I am in awe. Life and love abound and in the giving I am made full. Nothing is held within so there is no loss. Life is eternal in the light of freedom. 

What shall I choose next on my path, each footfall a fresh breath and a re-connection to the changing universe? I am engaged in the chaos, autonomous yet connected. What is external is internal, each cell a microcosm of the greatness of everything. There is peace here amid the knock and grind of the human engine. I purr with life. 

-Gillian Cornwall, c31May2011

Wednesday, January 04, 2012

Vancouver 2010

"I walked through the city as though you were with me, anticipating you picking me up at the ferry in just two days. I was bursting with excitement and love. I photographed Vancouver with these feelings in my heart. This is just one of the ways you light my candle." -Gillian Cornwall

Sunday, January 01, 2012

Ink Drawings and a Pencil Drawing 1990s

Salt Spring Calves - Gillian Cornwall, c1994
Print - Ink on Paper

A Fallen Brick Home - Near Saxe Point, Victoria
Gillian Cornwall, c1998
Original - Ink on Paper

A Fallen Brick Home 2 - Near Saxe Point, Victoria
Gillian Cornwall, c1998
Original - Ink on Paper 

A Manhole Cover
Gillian Cornwall, c1998 
Original - Ink on Paper

Autumn Leaves
Gillian Cornwall, c1996
Original - Pencil and Graphite on Paper

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