I first fell in love with folk art when I was on my honeymoon in Cape Breton, NS. This might have been when I first started to appreciate colour…it wasn’t long after this that I began to paint, knit and become interested in photography. It is this yearning for colour that brings me to folk art galleries. I also think it is one of those somewhat accessible forms of art where you think you just MIGHT be able to emulate it if you could just find the time, the right paint and the right canvas. I find a distinct difference between South American folk art, American folk art and eastern Canadian folk art (or Acadian folk art). I somewhat prefer the latter but that may be due to my Acadian ancestry…a subconscious appreciation for its simpler lines and subtler themes.
Mexican on amate bark