Mist In The Morning
Title - Mist in the Morning
Size - 30"x40"x1.5"
This painting has been collected. For available works in this series, click here to explore the full collection.
My uncle was a photographer. He created ridiculous roles for me to portray when I was a child and I posed in front of the camera for hours, caught up in his game. He inspired me to look at the world sideways and then upside down and then try and see it the same way as everyone else. I learned from him, not through conversation but observation and through the exquisite intricate simplicity of his photos. The crispness of the black and white. The clarity of his ideas, a full concept brought to life in a single shot.
After he passes away we scattered his ashes in the lake. That morning, walking through the sand you could barely see the water because of a thick fog. It felt like it was holding each of us in our sorrow, giving us a private space to remember and grieve, to cry and let go.
The sun burned away the fog in the moment that we finished our little ceremony. You could see clear to the horizon. The little kids splashing in the water were promised ice cream and so we headed on.
I was grateful for that moment in the mist, grateful for the love it held, and grateful when it lifted and I could remember the silliness, the lightness, and the joy he had brought to my life.
Painted in Saint Lambert, Canada,
An original artwork by Margaret Lipsey. All rights reserved
Title - Mist in the Morning
Size - 30"x40"x1.5"
This painting has been collected. For available works in this series, click here to explore the full collection.
My uncle was a photographer. He created ridiculous roles for me to portray when I was a child and I posed in front of the camera for hours, caught up in his game. He inspired me to look at the world sideways and then upside down and then try and see it the same way as everyone else. I learned from him, not through conversation but observation and through the exquisite intricate simplicity of his photos. The crispness of the black and white. The clarity of his ideas, a full concept brought to life in a single shot.
After he passes away we scattered his ashes in the lake. That morning, walking through the sand you could barely see the water because of a thick fog. It felt like it was holding each of us in our sorrow, giving us a private space to remember and grieve, to cry and let go.
The sun burned away the fog in the moment that we finished our little ceremony. You could see clear to the horizon. The little kids splashing in the water were promised ice cream and so we headed on.
I was grateful for that moment in the mist, grateful for the love it held, and grateful when it lifted and I could remember the silliness, the lightness, and the joy he had brought to my life.
Painted in Saint Lambert, Canada,
An original artwork by Margaret Lipsey. All rights reserved
Title - Mist in the Morning
Size - 30"x40"x1.5"
This painting has been collected. For available works in this series, click here to explore the full collection.
My uncle was a photographer. He created ridiculous roles for me to portray when I was a child and I posed in front of the camera for hours, caught up in his game. He inspired me to look at the world sideways and then upside down and then try and see it the same way as everyone else. I learned from him, not through conversation but observation and through the exquisite intricate simplicity of his photos. The crispness of the black and white. The clarity of his ideas, a full concept brought to life in a single shot.
After he passes away we scattered his ashes in the lake. That morning, walking through the sand you could barely see the water because of a thick fog. It felt like it was holding each of us in our sorrow, giving us a private space to remember and grieve, to cry and let go.
The sun burned away the fog in the moment that we finished our little ceremony. You could see clear to the horizon. The little kids splashing in the water were promised ice cream and so we headed on.
I was grateful for that moment in the mist, grateful for the love it held, and grateful when it lifted and I could remember the silliness, the lightness, and the joy he had brought to my life.
Painted in Saint Lambert, Canada,
An original artwork by Margaret Lipsey. All rights reserved