My ink drawings are visual poems, the pen and ink combine to make lyrical narratives.
The definition of form and tone which results from ink delivers a weight and unapologetic statement, not held back, and laid down with knowledge that what is stated will remain… cannot be amended.
The medium is without mercy; it doesn’t allow for the faint-hearted. I sign my name before I begin the drawings for I know the rules ink dictates and the challenges are always fierce and as I work I know the challenges increase in complexity and variety.
Boyd Chubbs
Boyd Chubbs was born in L’anse Au Clair, on the southern coast of Labrador, in 1955. Chubbs came to Newfoundland in 1973 and it is in St. John’s that he consciously began his explorations in poetry, drawing and the guitar, the three passions which have sustained him. Chubbs states that there are no earliest memories of drawing or writing, only of the guitar which his late brother, Eric, gave him at the age of fourteen.
Chubbs studied in an art program at the College of Trades and Technology between 1973 – 1974 and from 1976 – 1980 he studied English, Sociology and Psychology at Memorial University.
In 1985 Boyd moved to Truro, Nova Scotia where he was poet in residence at Nova Scotia Teachers College from 1987 – 1990. In 1993 Boyd returned to Newfoundland and in December of that year the Christina Parker Gallery invited him to exhibit in the gallery year end exhibition.
Throughout the years of exhibiting with the gallery Boyd Chubbs has exhibited in seven solo exhibitions and 16 gallery artist group exhibitions.
Two Funerals
Ashes: Once Carried, Always Carried
Though They've Vanished Into Depths Unknown Their Place Is Marked By Light And Stone
I Slump In Melancholia But Rejoice Among The Moon-Lit Elements
Glow And After-glow Where The Gull Cries
From the illuminated and consuming sea Death labours to retrieve and revive the long perished
From this plowed land… and the Rock says to the Dancer I knew you in your long ago dance-by-the-sea
Visit and Visitation: Since Antiquity I’ve Dreamt of Balance and I carry that dream upon the rough, continuous way.
The Visitor in Re-Visitation
St. Kevin, with patience and courage, Newfoundland caring for the birth and flight
In the Dublin Zoo, Visit or Visitation?
The Visitor Brings Lamps to the Speaking Stones
and through the bronzed arch… (figure adapted from 1521)
Let the day end, without madness
The Boat
Bronzed “Mower” amid the company of talkers and the Boatsman, pulling away. No proportions.
By the Uffizi, Florence
Basilique Notre Dame de la Garde, Marseille #3
Basilique Notre Dame de la Garde, Marseille #1
Grand Canal, Venice
The Solitary: In my age, the moon alone brings the long ago Deity to its New Home
The Solitary enters the Labyrinth of Alpha with the Vesper as his guide
The Solitary: A constant, careful voice swirls the ground around
The Solitary in Solitude: Harmony, Proportions and Rhythms converge in double vision
Solitudes: The Zephyr's breath is the warm, west wind. That's how lilies and graces begin
Solitary: In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men. The book of Job 4:13