New painting headed to Emma Butler this month
Dory from the Burnt Point Shore, oil on canvas, 44" x 90", Steven Rhude I'm a hopeless wharf rat. My addiction began in Canso with the government wharf. I would linger just to hear the chatter and check out the boats. On occasion I would marvel at the tuna that came in and the high stakes bidding wars for the great fish that would ensue. Japanese bidders with black limousines, and Louisiana sharks duking it out to supply high end sushi restaurants twenty four hours later. There was always the blood and tuna heads that remained to cement one's reality. But I loved the clutter and the mess. Wharves are converging points of myth, industry, conference, politics, and strategy. Pictured here is a wharf at the base of a droke near Burnt Point, NL - in reality it's no longer in use, waiting for content and utility once again. The possibility exists. So in a way I brought it on back to life visually. All the objects in the painting are or were located in the regi
