The Despairing Child by L.Martel

This is a 20″ x 24″ oil on canvas painted in 1980. It is a take on a painting I saw and was touched by it to the point of wanting to do my own version. We are in the dead of winter, storm after storm. On the verge of a war in the Ukraine and in Canada we have totally lost our civil rights. The people are not happy and it is the children who suffer the most. My younger son has the painting so it isn’t for sale.

Posting in the Trot by swo8 Blues Jazz

The focus of this video is a tribute to the horse. It was a February not so long ago, that we were in Morocco. One of the events we attended was the Evening of Fantasy. It was here that we were wined and dined then the entertainment began. Inside the tent the belly dancers did their thing. After, we went outside to the ring where the horsemanship was displayed.

Bisous Masques by L. Martel

This is an 8″ x 10″ oil on canvas board painted in 2021. To carry on the St. Valentine’s Day theme I thought this was a close take on modern day romance. It is for sale for $160.00 US and this includes postage. It is unframed. If you are interested contact me by email.

My Take on Winter by L. Martel

This is a 12″ x 16″ oil on canvas painted in 1976. It’s impossible to live in Canada and not have a take on winter. The sun, if it comes out at all, is usually low in the sky. Often if the season comes early the leaves on the deciduous trees remain, with colour. It just that numbing cold that really wears on you. This painting isn’t for sale.

Mother and Child of the Clin by L. Martel

This is an 18″ x 24″ oil on canvas I did while living in Paris. Our younger daughter was going to public school there and it was customary for the foreign children to study French in a class called the Clin. I was struck by the number of families that were from west Africa. They wore the most beautiful dresses native to their country. The babies were strapped to the mother’s back, bound with a piece of colourful cloth. I saw this woman outside the school waiting for one of her children. I asked her if I could take a picture of her so I could paint her. She was very shy. Unfortunately, she stopped coming to the school and I realized that she was probably an illegal immigrant. I now regret having approached her and causing any turmoil. I painted her from memory. This is not for sale….