The Art of Life

"The thought manifests as the word, The word manifests as the deed, The deed develops into habit, And the habit hardens into ...

Oil Pastel and Mineral Oil on Paper Gillian Cornwall c1988 $10,000.00 What transpires in our hearts as we traverse our life paths all...

Each morning the view from the rooftop patio surprises me and I am overcome with awe. Regardless of the weather, I am about brought to tea...

May. I taste the proximity of summer, all the while walking through the oaken wood, soaked knee-deep by thick, green grasses and bluebe...

It takes a lot more work to be four than it does to be twenty-four. Anyway, this is what I believe at four. At four, you're the boss ...

I used to dream that I could fly. When does that stop? I know I'm not the only one. Others have told me they used to dream this. Wh...

Amid the chaos of the first day back after the Easter weekend, I took the time to walk with a friend through Finnerty Gardens at the Univer...

I love wine. I have a map in my head and heart of all the places she has taken me with all my senses engaged in the journey. I have be...

Okay, so, I don't have kids of my own so maybe I don't fully understand it and being gay with no kids has definitely made me an outs...

Today I walked home from the eye doctor, grateful for my vision. This is what I saw:  

Work The head volunteer for the silent auction was the least silent creature I'd encountered in ages. She entered the hotel lobby l...

    If I had known earlier in my life that I would be so inclined to waiting, I may have saved myself some grief. For the longest while, ...

There are days when it is so simple to be kind, so simple to love well and to be gentle. These days are akin to summer, all sweet, soft ...

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, tryin...

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 i...

"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 ...

Salt Spring Calves - Gillian Cornwall, c1994 Print - Ink on Paper A Fallen Brick Home - Near Saxe Point, Victoria Gillian Cornw...

Aspen Branches, Utah  by Gillian Cornwall ink on paper c2009

I have expanded with love Burst forth from the cement of the city sidewalk the rogue flower I learn and I shift my perception I...

This year I have been met with such great warmth and kindness from those of you that I have never met in person. I have built phenomenal r...

I know where I am drawn. There is peace in this as I walk on. It feels further in the dark than in the light, fewer distractions I suppos...

    I make my way down the chip trail and across the bridge as the stream below gurgles its greetings, the water on its ceaseless path to...

  Here is a taste from a new story in the works:   " There is a particular scent to the canvas tent with its pine platform floor, r...

The stars in the sky would stand aside for you with fascination and adoration. This is how you light up a room.

Cowichan Winter Forest Ink and coloured pencil Gillian Cornwall copyright 2011