Ye Olde Time Works

Boy, I’m not sure whether it’s fun or embarrassing to come across old artwork… maybe a bit of both. Packing some things up today for a near-future move, I found a lot of old drawings and a few paintings. Well, well, well. Some were cringe-worthy, while others made me smile. Coming across certain hunks o’ junk made me remember about a few other older paintings I’d done, which I’d once taken photos of and stored on an old hard drive. Ah, memories! So that’s what I’ve decided to share, some skeletons of my, ah, ‘artistic’ past. Enjoy!

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Self portrait of me, doing one of the things I do best… reading. Turns out Husband Andy was right — “The torso’s just too long.” So it is.

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The original “The Weeper” painting. I like it much better than the second one, seen here. Both are long gone now, though.

The next two I painted during a particular period when I was rather obsessed with outer space and different worlds. Well… I still enjoy those things quite a bit, but just have no real desire to paint them anymore. Whew!

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Black and white acrylic fun of some trees. Wow.

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And now a coloured acrylic of some trees. Blech!

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I thought this one below was great when I did it. It’s of a picture I took in PEI. Oh, dear…

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Another painting I was supremely proud of at the time, PEI, with New Brunswick in the distance:

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These next two were experiments in bright light and flashy colours, acrylic done on canvas paper, of scenes in Toronto:

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In my head, this next one had a fantastic story. It’s in an alternate reality, where it’s no longer safe to go outside — the world is full of toxic gases, and the environment is permanently hostile to anyone and everything. Something, at some point in time, has set up these strange pillars, which serve a purpose, however that purpose is a mystery to us. Maybe the boy knows. Don’t think too hard about it, as the scene’s full of contradictions.

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This here was a gift. I wish the porch pillar were straighter. The chimney too. Well, I tried, I tried! Anyway, the painting makes my mother-in-law happy (it’s the house she grew up in, in Strathroy, Ontario), so that’s what is most important.

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Another house… this one is my mother’s! She’s got it hanging in her dining room.

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And this eyesore below is not only my first ever oil painting, it’s my first ever painting period. It’s a true first, too. I hadn’t read anything, not even a sentence about painting, especially not with oils, when I attempted this, um… thing. All I wanted was to paint a gift for my mother, which would be a picture of my grandfather’s old house in Peachland, British Columbia. I didn’t know a thing, not how to mix paints, not how to paint a sky, nothing. And it shows… oh, how it shows. You can see streaks of oil drops leaking down the paint in some spots. (Nothing’s changed — even after all these years, I’ve never been formally trained in art.) My mom faithfully has this hanging up in her living room to this day, a fact which makes me both shudder and smile at the time. Man, this thing is old

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Here’s another gift I drew for my mother, years ago for Mother’s Day. I’ve improved on tulips since then, as can be seen here.

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A black ‘n white acrylic:

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Ein anderes Geschenk, das schon seit Jahren in Deutschland ist. Das Bild ist von dem Hafen in Toronto.

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Here’s a painting I started years ago but never finished and have since painted over. It was of a downtown section in Toronto, the Queen/Yonge area. You can see many signs and traffic lights had yet to be painted in!

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And then there’s this little number…

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And…

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Well, that’s all! Fun times down memory lane…

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6 thoughts on “Ye Olde Time Works

  1. I enjoyed looking at all your old works! I can so much relate to the feeling of this, as I recently came across some old works of mine when I cleaned out my studio. Its a great opportunity to see your growth. I have a bunch of cringe-worthy pieces that I had thought were terrific at the time too! And of course the early pieces that are hanging up at my mom’s that I both shudder and smile at too. Thanks for sharing this post. Its a reminder of all of the similarities between artists! ~Rita

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    • Thanks a lot, Rita! Having looked at what you create now, I’m sure some of the stuff you shudder at from the past are things I’d be quite happy to have drawn/painted. :) I appreciate your kind comment. Cheers, Pauline

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      • Hmmmm….. I don’t think so Pauline!! I have some real uglies hanging around! But its all part of the journey for all of us, isn’t it? If we didn’t have those, we wouldn’t be where we are today. :-)

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  2. I enjoyed looking at your paintings, but I enjoyed your comments even more. It’s refreshing to read such honesty. By the way, I wish I was capable of producing something as wonderful as your worst painting: I cannot draw a stick man in proper proportion.

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    • Hi Steph! Thanks for reading and commenting. Well, believe me, I’m very honoured to be the one living Papp (that I know of) lucky enough to have inherited Papa’s love of painting/drawing. I don’t want to imagine what my life’d be like without it. Cheers!

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      • Yes, you are the living embodiment of your grandparents–you take your name from your grandmother and your talent from your grandfather. I’m sure that they appreciate that fact; I know I do.

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