Monday, July 16, 2018

Discover Your True Luminous Self-Canadian Rockies

I was in the back country last week doing some work at a remote, mountain lodge. After dinner, there was a system of weather that came thru.....then some powerful energy in the sky. As I stared at the solar spectacle above me, I thought "I am" and "Who am I?"

I receive a biweekly newsletter from the Four Winds Society. The one below arrived a couple of days after my time contemplating self and the energy in the mountains. Words of wisdom from Dr. Alberto Villado.

Enjoy the journey.

Roert Krysak

I am.
These are two of the most powerful words in our language. Whatever words we place after these two words shapes our reality for the entire day, and sometimes for the rest of our lives. 
The first time you experience your "I am" is when you learn your name.
For a long time, I introduced myself as "I am Alberto," instead of saying "My name is Alberto." I believed I was my name, which was also my grandfather's name; it was the extension of the story of my family. What I knew about our family history revealed that we were pirates and highwaymen, with an occasional slave owner and merchant on our family tree─not much to look up to, really.
When you say, "I am ," you rouse the spells of your ancestors. Some of these spells are about your health and how you will live and how you will die. When you go to your doctor, she asks what your parents died from. Breast cancer, heart disease, dementia─she tells you that your destiny has been cast, that it is written in your family genetics. When you go to the therapist, she shows you that the stories that run in your family leap from one generation to the next, until you become just like the mother or father you vowed you would never become.
If you live long enough, you will get to ask the question "Who am I?"
It is a terrible question, because it launches you on a journey into places and experiences that are unknown. You realize that you are not your name, that you are not your family, that you are not your job, or any of your myriad roles in your life. That you hate Brussels sprouts and love the opera is not, I repeat not, who you are. Until you begin to transform the dream of security, you do not have the foggiest idea of who you really are.
But ask the question; this is a step in the right direction.
When my father was in his seventies he called early one morning and said to me, "Alberto, I have been living someone else's life. I have tried to be a good husband, a good provider, a good person. But I have no idea whose life I have been living." And for the next few years after he asked himself that question, he lived his own life until he died. I like to think that my father died at the age of five, but it was a well-lived five years.
After you spend a long time discovering that you can't be defined by your name or by your nationality or by your gender─that all of these are real but not intrinsically true─you begin to understand that what you thought was your life and your identity was only a daydream.
You let go of the need to place something after "I am ____," because you now recognize it is a complete statement.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Cabin In The Woods-Canadian Rockies

I do not need much in life. Yearly events like Christmas, my Birthday and Fathers Day frustrate my wife and son, as I say I do not need anything. Unless someone wants to give me a cabin in the woods.

One summer my son and I were on a road trip and camped where there was a cool cabin to use as a cook shelter. A great place to meet people, share stories and adventures.

I hope we can squeeze in a boy's trip this summer between jobs and other commitments.

Robert Krysak

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Boys Trip-Canadian Rockies

One year my son and I took our boy's trip to the West coast. We worked our way thru the mountains camping along the way. After a stop in Vancouver to visit family, we hop scotched our way up the coast on BC Ferries.

At one ferry, we were rushing to get there so we wouldn't miss the next departure. We pulled into the empty parking lot just as the ferry was departing. We resigned ourselves to a 2 hour wait until the next one. All of sudden there was a loud whistle from the ferry, the captain waved at us and he pulled up to the dock for us to board. With big grins, we drove on board. We then found the Captain and thanked him for coming back for us. Good life lessons for my son,  help out wherever you can, no matter what the situation is.

It was a great trip. We hung out on beaches, ate fish and chips, and cooked marshmellows over the camp fire.

Robert Krysak

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Simplicity-Canadian Rockies

My son is 16 in just over a month. He's finished Grade 10,  started a summer job, and is a busy young man. I don't see him much anymore. Between all of us working, him hanging with his friends and lifes busy moments, there is not much time together.

I am between paintings and projects right now. I thought it's a good time to share some of the art my son and I have created together. When he was younger, we always did a boys trip. We would leave Mom with the house to herself, load the vehicle with camping gear and golf clubs, and head out on an adventure. We always had harmonicas, slingshots and a small travel paint kit. We'd sing at the top of our lungs to Jim Cuddy and Blue Rodeo. We'd always stop for a cold Root Beer or ice cream as we rolled thru small towns.

Depending on where our adventure took us, and the weather, dictated what type of painting we would create. Some were elaborate with lots of colour and detail. Others, like the one above, were simplistic. Our only rules were we both had to put brush to paper and we had to have fun.

I hope you enjoy the journey as I travel thru our paintings from the past.

Robert Krysak

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Happy Birthday Canada-Canadian Rockies

Happy Birthday Canada!!!!!
I am Canadian, and proud of it.
I live in the mountains of Western Canada. Around me are mountains, rivers, glaciers......and bears!
From towering peaks lush valley bottoms, we have an amazing country. If you are Canadian, leave your comfort zone and travel and discover your back yard. If you are a visitor, enjoy the wonderful landscapes and people that are waiting for you.
From Coast to Coast, let's celebrate our diversity, beauty and freedom.
Happy Canada Day!

Saturday, June 30, 2018

PD3 Blake Canmore-Canadian Rockies

The finish line, the end of the road, the closing of a book........finishing a painting. It is said that we must enjoy the journey as we move along, and not rush to the destination. I have to say that in the last few stages of a painting, I sometimes am in a rush to complete it.To step back, be happy with the end result, is rewarding. I know I am at the journeys end when I sign the piece.

In the final stages of PD3, I put a bit more detail on the peaks. I also focus a bit on the bus, laying down a darker brown to capture the canvas on the upper cover. I want to show that PD3 is a gathering place, so I add bikes into the image. With my drawing pencil, I graft in lines on the ground, capturing the cinderblock base that everything rests on. One of the final stages of PD3 is to take a fine, permanent pen and lay down lines to capture the detail of the bus, the umbrellas and the furniture.

It's time to sign PD3.

Thank you for being part of the journey.
Robert Krysak

Thursday, June 28, 2018

PD3 Blake Canmore-Canadian Rockies

The next stage of working on PD3 is to add colour to the umbrellas and chairs. At this point with the image I step back from the painting to make sure there is contrast and definition. I then add layers/tone to the bus and the bushes. I also add a layer of sepia on the peaks to help them pop.
Robert Krysak