By Tony Bianco
Professional Visual Artist
Medium: Oil
Orillia, Ontario
Canada
Tony Bianco Fine Art
Bianco Red Easel Gallery
Cape Breton Highlands National Park had been in my mind for weeks before our arrival. The rugged coast and mountainous terrain beckoned me to paint them. Our arrival on a sunny afternoon had me sure that this place would be all that I hoped it would be. We set up our camp and explored a bit, and then retired for the evening.
The next morning dawned wet and cold. No matter, I thought and set out anyway. As the rain intensified, I began to look for locations where I could paint under the hatch of my van. After an hour of searching, I finally settled on working next to a fish plant where I could park and paint protected from the deluge that was now pouring out of the sky.
As I set up my palette, I watched the fishermen coming in and out of the small harbour. Thinking myself akin to them, I could identify - especially today - with a life of hit or miss, and being dependant on the forces of nature. I continued to ponder the similarities between the fishermen and myself while I painted for a good part of the morning. Boats began to fill the harbor as the morning’s catch was brought in. The once quiet dock became a bustle of activity, with trucks backing in and out, forklifts loading and unloading and hordes of gulls feeding on the bits and pieces leftover. Gull droppings interspersed the rains. Occasionally they landed with an annoying splat! onto the hatch of the van and the wharf around me, sometimes dangerously close. The painting hadn’t been going particularly well, and I began to become distracted by the activity, not to mention the fishermen who began to notice me and watch over my shoulder. Some came back several times to check my progress. As the piece got worse and worse, I began to ignore it and spent more time talking to the fishermen. I decided to try my theory about how similar we were.
































































