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Take a look at Carol's other page to see all of her work, both before and after the Trans-Canada 150 project. New works that fit the theme of the Trans-Canada 150 project will be mentioned on this blog, but don't miss out on everything else.
See you at carolloeb.weebly.com! I had fun playing with intense colour on this. It's a bit of a revisit of a style I was working in a few years ago, before the Trans-Canada 150 project began, but it still fits in the general theme. It definitely feels good to light up a canvas in these cloudy, rainy, slushy days of early winter. - Carol
Snow and ice - both here in Montreal now and last summer on the Divide. Although it was in the 30s (80s-90s for those of you who think in Fahrenheit) in the valleys, the glaciers at the top of Mt. Robson were still very much in evidence, but shrinking. We walked from the Visitor Centre on Hwy 16 up to Kinney Lake along the Robson River, which consists almost exclusively of glacial meltwater, Every time the wind blew over the river to the trail, we were subjected to a dramatic fall in temperature - a very welcome occurrence!
However, as with all the other glaciers in the Rockies, as the climate is warming, the ice is melting faster than the winter can replace it. And the pine beetles are doing their quiet work on the trees because the winters just aren't cold enough any more. I put the dying tree here in front of the shrinking glaciers as a reminder that, even here, as beautiful as the scene may seem, our effect on the planet is causing changes. We have to do better. - Carol
mother grew up on the banks of the Codroy River in western Newfoundland. The original house is gone, as is the sawmill that the family ran, but the view is the same. This is the beach where boats used to pull up at the mill. It's quiet and peaceful now, a place for meditation and contemplation. The property is still in the family - there are two new houses up the hill from the water - but I can't stop wondering what life was really like for my mother and her older siblings, before she left as a teenager to find work in Montreal. - Carol
This past summer was a busy time. It saw the Trans Canada 150 exhibition in Montreal but it also saw the end of my teaching career, as I retired back to Nova Scotia from Saskatoon. With my little Matrix filled with prized possessions and my sister as navigator, we headed east along the Trans Canada highway one more time. This time, we stopped near Ottawa for a day or two. Here, we were welcomed, and refreshed, by the quiet of the Ottawa River. The colours and simplicity of the Adirondack chairs on the dock called to me. Little did I know that my sister snuck up behind me to capture a photo of the artist at work. - Alison
On the way out of Hope, we passed another fire that was rapidly climbing a steep hillside, resisting the best efforts of the helicopter water-bombers to control it. That one looked like it was started by a cigarette butt tossed out of a car window.
This painting is in response to the pine beetles and fires, which will only become worse and more frequent with a warming, drying climate. I carved beetle tunnels into the wood panel before painting the smoke-covered forest scene. It's truly infested. -Carol
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Carol Loeb
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