Connie Furgason

New Classes in the Works!

Connie — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 08:16:33 +0000

In process of creating new classes “Letters, Lines and Watercolours Part Two” “A Garden of Watercolour Florals” “Delicate Italic” “Journal Meanderings” and “Minimal Materials…Maximum Results!” Also announcing a fabulous art retreat opportunity…”Illustration, Watercolours and Journaling with Connie in Invermere British Columbia…August 2012″ Details to follow soon!

A Sense of Wonder

Connie — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 03:33:31 +0000

Before closing my day I was browsing through some old family pictures and came across these of me and two of my brothers along with my dad in Glacier Park, Montana. My mom’s parents had a cabin on St. Mary’s Lake where we spent countless days enjoying the simple pleasures of family and the beautiful surroundings. My mom captured a lovely moment in this photo…that child like “awe” of nature…of life in it’s purest form. 1960 was what seemed a life time away from this age of cell phones, tweets and e-mails which keep so many of our children’s eyes cast downward, focused on tiny screens and often useless chatter. I look at my face and those of my brothers and see in them the reflection of a breathtaking mountain, perhaps a glimpse of an eagle in the sky, or the sheer wonder of the day…the moment. I can hear the sounds of icy, clear water tumbling from rocks and the babbling as it continues down little streams. I remember the captivation those streams had…touching the water, smelling the pungent, piney scent around us as we bent close to pluck stones from the stream bed. We were captivated…..

I sometimes long for those simple times but we can still learn to view our surroundings with a “sense of wonder”. We can put away the iphone, the remote and the ear phones…open our eyes, our ears our minds and fill our hearts with that gift to see as a child can see.

A New Year!

Connie — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 01:22:28 +0000

I know all too well the danger of making “New Year’s Resolutions”….and going public with that resolution can be either the source of one’s demise or the impetus to succeed and I am choosing the latter. Sometimes wonder where do I start? What would my visitor be most interested in? I decided…”just begin…again. Share your art and what you love to do”. That is what most of us care about when we search out artist’s work.

After spending a wonderful Christmas with 3 of my children in Alberta I returned with a renewed focus. I am anxious to put down on paper with ink, paint and whatever else I can get my hands on to create. As the rain falls outside my window, I let my mind move ahead to next month when spring will tease us with hints of blooms to come. To encourage an early arrival of spring I am posting one of my watercolours to tease our appetites for those glorious days of renewal.

Art Imaginings

Connie — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 18:55:55 +0000

How quickly the seasons change. One minute I am inspired by the warm summer air, the landscape awash in vibrant colours then mellowed by autumn and my imaginings turn to times past. I loved autumn as a child…harvest time when I would spend those closing days of summer in the fields with my dad, the air full of chaff from freshly combined wheat…suppers on the tailgate of the station wagon…grasshoppers perching on stalks of golden wheat…crickets chirping as the sun dipped low over endless swaths of grain. Amid the push to gather in the harvest I revelled in the security that wrapped around me from this life, this time. Days were carefree, predictable and the window lay open for imagination to swirl endlessly on breezes of make believe. At nightfall when my young body was weary from running, climbing, adventuring there was home…a safe harbour…secure, unwavering…my mom’s hearty meals, her arms around me and as I pressed in close I’d breathe in the scent of apples, pears from hours of canning. Just before bed, my dad, in his favourite chair would gather me into his lap and I’d slip into sleepy contentment, the sounds of the football game in the background, his pure, uncomplicated love for me wrapping around me like a warm blanket.

I look toward the holiday season, new memories to gather, old ones to cherish and my “art imaginings” take shape for future endeavours.