Thursday, December 24, 2015

Merry Christmas

If someone was to ask me what my favourite 

childhood book had been I would tell them it was 

"Hurlbut's Story of the Bible" by the Rev. J. Hurlbut.

Hurlbut strikes me as an amusing name now but in 

1959 in my part of the world the sound of the word 

'but' didn't conjure up pictures of bare bottoms - it 

was still just a conjunction.

Anyway I read those Bible stories over and over and 


And I still love them. 

I especially love the story of a baby meant to bring 

hope to a weary world, born of a virgin mother on 

the winter solstice, visited by angels, shepherds

and wise men who were led by a Star.

It just doesn't get much better than that.

And so with my own heart full of hope I wish 

everyone joy and peace this Christmas season.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Secnarf on Senate Reform

This week I was again able to catch up with Secnarf, last remaining member of the Rhinoceros Party of Canada and candidate for Prime Minister in the October Federal election.  Here is a transcript of the interview:

Francie: Secnarf, what is your policy regarding 

Senate reform?

Secnarf: Well Francie, as you know I've always 

been in favour of an all female elected Senate.  

would call it 'The Hall of the Matriarchs'.

Francie: So the lower chamber would be for men 


Secnarf:   It would be for anyone who believes the 

good behaviour of an elected member of the nation's 

parliament includes burping, farting, scratching 

themselves, dragging their knuckles  across the

floor, posturing aggressively and hurling loutish 

insults at other members without listening to a word 

anyone else has to say.

Francie:  I see. And upon what would you base this?

Secnarf:  It was the Iroquois way.

Francie: But the Iroquois matriarchs were able to 

control the warriors by withholding food.

Secnarf: Exactly. That is why the Hall of the 

Matriarchs would have the keys to the House of 

Commons.  Nobody would get to the cafeteria or the 

bathroom until some work was done.

Francie:  Two votes for every woman, an elected all 

female Senate, a House of Commons starved into 

submission.  I like it.

Secnarf:  It is the wave of the future!

Remember folks, 


It is a vote for a politician who looks
like a Cabinet Minister nobody
remembers anymore! And that's a
good thing.

Monday, September 28, 2015

The Emancipation of Women

Yesterday I came across a pro hijab post which 

presented that particular head covering as a feminist 

accoutrement intended to free Muslim women from 

being objectified as sex objects.  It was presented 

by an sexy young woman in a hijab and perfect 


The next post was Rex Murphy's point of view on the 

National. Rex says the hijab/niqab controversy is a 

tempest in a teacup meant to distract us from the 

real issues of the election.  But that  sweeps the 

political reality of what is happening 

under the rug and ignores the ugly passion 

the topic often generates at the grassroots level.  

Third came a picture of Steven Harper above the 

caption "I would never ask my daughter to cover her 

face because she is a woman."

I don't know if he really said that but if he did, well, 

here's the news Mr. Harper : it isn't about you.

Most disturbing was the last post I saw yesterday 

which depicted women as the enemy. It showed a 

crowd of Muslim women fists raised in anger 

and read (more or less), "You leave your shit 

hole of a country and come here and complain 

because our laws aren't the same as the shit hole

laws you escaped from."   

I don't know what the answer is except to say that 

in a better world the clothes a woman puts on in the 

morning would be of no interest to anyone but 


The emancipation of the Earth's women will be the 

greatest struggle of the 21st century.  


Friday, September 25, 2015

Secnarf Wants Your Vote

Word reached me yesterday that Secnarf, last remaining member of the Rhinoceros Party of Canada, has declared her candidacy for Prime Minister in the October Federal election.  I managed to reach her last night.

Francie:  Secnarf! How's that thing with the electronic ankle bracelet going?

Secnarf: A complete misunderstanding.  I have never stalked Justin Trudeau.

Francie:  He found you in his bedroom closet.

Secnarf:  Lies.  All lies.

Francie:  You were singing, 'Oh Canada' in French.

Secnarf:  Absolute fuddle duddle! 

Francie:  Well okay then, Secnarf, let's talk about your policies.

Secnarf: As usual I'm campaigning on the 'two votes for every woman' platform.  

My campaign manager Isabella King and I believe it is the only way to bring peace and stability to the country.

Francie: Isabella King is your campaign manager?

Hasn't Mckenzie King's mother been dead since 1917?

Secnarf:  Hey! She got us through World War II!

And when I'm elected Prime Minister I plan to put her in charge oh the cabinet.

Francie: So Canada's cabinet meetings will be seances?

Secnarf: Great Idea, eh?  They'll be way more fun than the ones they have now.  

Anyway I have to go. Pat and I are meeting to discuss the environment.

Francie:   Please don't tell me you mean 'Pat' Mckenzie King's dog...

Secnarf:   Gotta run! Bye! And don't forget:  


Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Goose, Moose... What's the Difference?

Okay so I posted this picture of my brother today on face book and informed the world he was goose hunting.

I also e-mailed a copy of it to him figuring he would be thrilled to see himself immortalized in oil pastels.

If he was he didn't say.

He rather curtly informed me that is a moose hunting rifle he is holding.

Jeesh, goose, moose.  

He's lucky I knew it was a gun.

Anyway the picture is called "A James Bay Morning".

My brother taught school in Moose Factory for 25 years and married a local girl - my most wonderful sister-in-law!

The Swampy Cree hunt moose and always have.  

And they also hunt goose.  I know this for a fact ... but I digress.

The point I'm trying to make is that this is not sport hunting, it is hunting for food and is part of the traditional lifestyle of the people who live around James Bay.

So a picture that could so easily give viewers an ominous feeling has a quiet watchful sense about it.

Unless you happen to be a moose that is.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

The hardy Canucklebrain

I've been working much smaller recently - 12" x 12".

"What You Don't See"

"Adam and Eve Leaving the Garden of Eden"

Short post I guess but I do have one important statement to make.

it's fricken cold here.

But being a hardy Canucklebrain, I am going to Niagara Falls today to see the ice!!!

My country is winter.

Oh wait, did somebody already say that?  

Stay warm folks and keep yer snow shovels handy cause it ain't over yet.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Love the One You're With

Now that I've passed a birthday that puts me closer to 70 than 60 I'm starting to look back over my life.  

If there has been one lesson that I'd say I've been put here to learn it is how to look in the mirror and be comfortable/companionable with the person looking back.

The Universe Unfolding ... is a picture with a pattern, the route I thought my life would take.  My life is connected to the outside world of family, friends, lovers etc. and everything flows as it should.

'First Steps' shows the first break in the pattern.  There's a blip in the middle on the right but I managed to pull myself together and the flow of life resumes at the bottom right.

"You Gotta Leave With the One You Came With" shows a complete break with the flow of "normal" life.  But I still am looking for outside validation of my 'self', i.e., the end and the beginning are still easy to find.

But this is a current self-portrait.

I've turned inwards for validation.  The ends of the ropes that represent my journey are no longer searching for love in all the wrong places.  They've found each other.

There's no Alpha or Omega.
There's just me.

And I'm okay.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

The Universe Unfolding ...

I've been hooked on the abstract lately.

This one, called "The Universe Unfolding ..." is totally gorgeous.  It begs to hang in a neutral coloured room where it can be the only object of admiration. 

This one, called Snowstorm", uses more conventional colours and the movement is smoother.  But it is so rich and sensual I think it belongs in a bedroom.

But only if your universe is unfolding as romantically as it should!


Sunday, February 1, 2015

Portrait of Meghan

It amazes me how so many young women fill up the space they've been allotted.

They fill it up physically, psychically, emotionally, spiritually.

They know they have the right to be here, to be seen and to be heard.

And that, my friends, is a wonderful thing.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

The Wise Not So Nice Little Girl

I was invited to a birthday party a few years ago.  

I happened upon this small scrap of defiant humanity that day.

She didn't know me and consequently didn't feel compelled to put on her 'nice little girl' persona. The party wasn't for her so she didn't have to worry that I would get mad take her present and go home.

She studied me calmly, unsmiling when I took her photo.  She wasn't afraid - or friendly either for that matter.   

It was unnerving to be so judged by a three year old.

And just between us ... I'd like to ditch my 'nice little girl' persona too.

Wish I'd asked her what I should do because by now she must be six or seven and totally nice.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

On The Other Hand

In the middle of November I slipped on the ice and broke my thumb.

My right thumb, hand and wrist were in a cast for an eternity. And having my dominant hand suddenly unusable created all kinds of problems
in my day to day 'First World' life, (i.e., driving, opening tin cans, cooking, doing up various parts 
of my clothing), but the worst part was that my
drawing hand was kaput.

In desperation I began to use my left hand.  The only picture that I did with my left hand that was worth saving was the last picture I posted. 

The thing is that I love that picture and when I compared it to my other work I see it is simple and yet so bare naked truthful.  

Done in the Medieval style it is called, "Willpower" 
and is all about using only my mind to control things
that are potentially out of my control.

The cast came off earlier this week and I am really feeling quite scattered.

My right hand seems like a friend I haven't seen for awhile - it is a bit uncomfortable finding things to talk about.

(And I am a little pissed at it anyway for letting me down.)

My left hand, on the other hand, was difficult to be with but interesting and I don't know that I want to drop it just because my right hand is back.

I decided to do draw something (right hand) to try to ground myself

 but I still feel unsettled and it shows.  :( 

A stranger in my own mind.

PS On the positive side, while encased I did discover the Quebec author Louise Penny and her wonderful Inspector Armand Gomeche murder mysteries.

Sunday, January 4, 2015


This is a picture of me rejoining my blogging buddies who want to know where the Hell I've been and WTF I think I am anyway.

No it isn't.

But I am back.  Being 'Francie McGlynn Art' on facebook isn't being part of the community of artists sharing ideas and talking about art the way I thought it might be.  It is a way for people to showcase what they are doing and that is actually quite fascinating, it is good to see what is out there.

But I missed my blog and blog buddies.

So I'm back.