I have always been intrigued by this derelict building in Glovertown. It can be seen from the road in town, looming higher than the forest surrounding it. It is quite creepy. As a teenager I went inside. Never would I attempt that now. I went there a few years ago with my daughter and took pictures to use as reference some day. Well the time is now. This piece is 3 by 3 feet. I am in early stages at this point and I am excited to see what comes of it.
Excerpt:”The Terra Nova Sulphite Co. Mill was built in 1921 by the Terra Nova Sulphite Company with the financial aid of Norwegian investors. Today the shelled concrete structure of this abandoned pulp mill can be seen towering over the banks of the Terra Nova River near the community of Glovertown. During the early 20th century pulp mills became very popular as the demand for pulp was high. The island had an abundance in black spruce trees which were considered ideal for pulp and paper making. This led the Terra Nova Sulphite Company to begin looking for investors for placing a pulp mill in Glovertown.
The location was chosen for two reasons; its proximity to salt water and the Terra Nova River, which would allow for hydro power generation and the ability to transport wood down the river to the mill.”
I did decide after to change up the sky and the total feel of this piece and I am glad to have done so. I want to play around and away from what I am used to doing. Stretch my creative arm so to speak. This is still acrylic and really just the underpainting.
I am inspired by old rotten boats and wharves and stages. They sadden me. A life now gone. A time I remember as a child and young adult. Our family would drive 4 or more hours to spend a week or two at my Great Granparent’s house in Newtown, Bonavista Bay, Newoundland.
The drive was horrendous enough fro me, a kid who got car sick. I would be popping gravol and stopping for the sometimes, head over knees, outside the car. We didn’t wear seat belts then so I would lie in the back, head on a pillow and count the telephone wires. Half of the trip was dirt road and the dust would be coming in through the vents of the car. Everyone smoked back then so I would be nauseous from that, fingers out the window to get fresh air. When we arrived I would, as readily as I could, start my adventure investigating the landscape. Across the road from Nan’s house was a bog that went on forever. I loved the deep dark dank and sweet earthy smell and the springiness under my shoes. Now and then I would go down in the bog far enough to get my feet wet. The beach was close and I would delight in the group of Newfoundland ponies running wild. It was quite flat in Newtown. Lots of flat rocks to jump onto at the water’s edge. I would take a net down to Pop’s wharf. I’d walk the slippery rocks underneath where the eels liked to live and I would catch them. Of course I let them go too. I loved the salty breeze and the smell from the cutting up of the fish in the stages.
That’s all gone now. I don’t think there is a working wharf there, there may be. Lots of new houses gone up as summer homes. No smells and sounds of fishermen coming in with their catch. Much of the coast here is now like that.
This new piece is a rotten boat left in the water. Gone to live with the fishes. No caring loving hands to guide it to work. This is the under painting. I like to work in acrylic until I get the image where I want it. Layers of tranparents, shadows and light. Then the oils come out.