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Spring Brings Showers, Flowers & Art Shows to Muskoka!


This year Muskoka Arts & Crafts joins the Muskoka Maple Trail.

Enjoy ALL THINGS MAPLE, art inspired by Maple Trees and Maple Syrup. at the Chapel Gallery 15 King Street, Bracebridge.

Join us for the show opening event
March 17: 4-7 pm with Maple Inspired Snacks
and Bar by donation. 

Show Opens: March 17: 4-7 pm.
Show runs until April 1, 2023
Gallery Hours: Tuesday – Saturday, 11 am – 4 pm

THE SAP IS RUNNING, Acrylic on Canvas, 12  x 12 inches, Framed. Copyright Wendie Donabie.

The Muskoka Maple Trail is a truly Canadian  adventure that is all things maple syrup. From maple drizzled waffles to smokey-maple ribs, discover the incredible depth of Canada’s most beloved natural product. 

Brown Baggers Artists of Muskoka

Hosted by Muskoka Place Gallery, the Brown Baggers open a spring show and sale on Saturday, March 25, running until April 29

Muskoka Place Gallery, 
1182 Foreman Road, Port Carling, ON 

Monday        10 a.m.–5 p.m.
Tuesday       10 a.m.–5 p.m.
Wednesday 10 a.m.–5 p.m.
Thursday     10 a.m.–5 p.m.
Friday          10 a.m. – 5:00 p.m.
Saturday       10 a.m.–5 p.m.

Acrylic on canvas panel, 18 x 14 inches, Framed. 
Copyright Wendie Donabie 

Huntsville Art Society

The Huntsville Art Society Spring Members Show opens at the Canada Summit Centre on April 4 and runs to July 4.

Location: Canada Summit Centre, 20 Park Dr, Huntsville, ON
Hours: Daily 6:30 a.m. – 11:30 p.m.

Acrylic Skins & Raffia on Canvas, 20 x 16 inches, Framed.
Copyright Wendie Donabie



Acrylic Skins on Canvas, 16 x 20 inches, Framed. 
Copyright Wendie Donabie

Muskoka Arts & Crafts 

The Spring Members Show showcases the creativity and wealth of talent found within the membership of Muskoka Arts & Crafts.

Location: Chapel Gallery, 15 King Street, Bracebridge

Exhibition Dates: April 7-22, 2023

Gallery Hours: Tuesday  – Saturday, 11 am – 4pm

Acrylic on Canvas, 18 x 22 inches, Framed.                  Copyright Wendie Donabie

26th International Women’s Show

Orillia Museum of Art & History
30 Peter Street South, Orillia

Show runs: April 29-July 22,2023

Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday, Sunday 11 am – 4 pm
Thursday, 11 am – 7 pm

ALONG SPRUCE BOG TRAIL, (Algonquin Park) Acrylic on Canvas, 18 x 24 inches, unframed. Copyright Wendie Donabie

If you’re in Muskoka this spring, I hope you’ll drop by to enjoy these upcoming shows!


Seashell Soliloquy

As a young child, I recall

receiving an Atlantic Whelk Shell.

“Put it up to your ear,” I was told.

And I heard the roar of the sea.

My eyes lit up with excitement

and my love of the ocean began

or perhaps it was rekindled.

Who’s to know?

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * **

Today, I mudlark on seashores

building a treasure trove of magical, mollusk shells,

the ocean’s generous gifts

found strewn on the sand when tides recede.

Waves wash over the powdery beach,

I’m lulled by the ocean’s heartbeat.

I inhale its fishy scent,

taste saltiness on my tongue

Screeches and squawks of sea birds grow,

perhaps warning me away,

as they come to dine

on a fresh feast of mussels, whelks, cockles and more.

Gulls, terns, oystercatchers,

sanderlings and their kin,

race for those delectable delicacies

delivered by the briny deep.

They skitter along the beach

taking flight if I draw too near.

My focus is not on them,

but on what they leave behind.

Astonishing specimens,

from Conchs to Clams and Coquinas

each a vacant, discarded home,

distinct in size and shape.

Like hand-crafted sculptures

their fine detailed swirls and ridges,

spirals and open cups of iridescence,

all formed by departed occupants

still seem to pulse with life.

Individual marks and shading,

colours covering the spectrum –

from foam white to squid ink black,

ultramarine to pearlescent pink.

What is their allure –

drawing me to dig my toes into the warm sand,

eyes focusing,

scanning the beach for my next prize?

Is it simply the ebb and flow

within me –

a biological response

to the moon and the tides?

Am I reconnecting with my life in the womb

where I began my human journey,

free floating my first nine months

in a tiny fetal sea?

Could it be my reptilian brain,

driving this keepsake obsession,

recalling our primordial origins,

our primeval departure from the sea?

I buy bijouterie

created from shells,

wear them as totems

to the ocean, our distant past.

Like a loved one’s ashes

I save them as ancestral relics,

the scent of the sea lingering

in shell-filled jars and bowls.

At home amid my treasures

I hear surf breaking on the shore

gulls calling overhead –

the sea in me restored.

© Wendie Donabie 2022

Sharing Poetry Inspired by Paintings

A year ago, I began building a collection of poetry mostly inspired by my paintings and shared a number of them on this blog. As the treasury of written works grows, I’ll continue posting selections and invite your comments.

Painting: The Sap is Running, Acrylic on Canvas, 12 x 12 inches, Copyright Wendie Donabie

The Sap is Running

Mother Earth spins

welcoming spring in the north

where the sun warms slumbering maples

drawing their golden sap up, and down.

A childhood memory stirs  –

Sunday drives along country roads,

lined with maple trees,

pierced with stiles, adorned with silver pails.

And so, the ritual of spring begins again.

I wonder, if they feel pain

when the drill spins into their trunks

breaking through their gnarled bark.

I hope rather, they feel relief

from the pressure built up

before the sap begins to flow

draining into the awaiting buckets.

I believe it’s their gift to us,

sharing their sweet nectar

some for more than two hundred years

forgiving us for the wounds we inflict for our pleasure.

© Wendie Donabie 2023

How I Became an Art Gallery Owner

For the past couple of years, I’ve been writing art-related articles for an online summer-focused magazine. Here’s a link to the latest issue to introduce you to MuskokaStyle, a magazine bringing the best of life and leisure in one of Ontario’s premier vacation areas – Muskoka! You can read my essay on how I started out simply wanting to paint and write, and ended up running a small art gallery in my home. Hope you enjoy this issue. Simply click on the HOME button below to visit the website for the magazine.

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NaPoWriMo 2022 Day #10

A place as seen by a woman in love

Fluid as mercury, yet hard as steel

Powerful as the birth of a new star deep in the heavens

Thunderous as a herd of stampeding horses.

Dazzling as it played dodge ball with rays of sun.

Mesmerizing, drawing her into its welcoming embrace.

Pure as liquid crystal, and cool as a mountain spring.

With each breath she leaned closer, wishing to fall into its wonder.

What had changed for her in the place so often visited?

Was this not simply a waterfall?

No, not this day.

For love had invaded her being – heart, mind and soul.

No longer could she view the world in concrete terms.

Life now reeled with poetry.

Metaphor flung itself over the precipice and dove into the gorge below.

Simile cascaded over the rocks and dripped from foliage along the water’s path.

NaPoWriMo2022 Day#6

Today’s challenge: write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line. Perhaps you could write a poem in which the first words of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry? You could even try using a newspaper headline or something from a magazine article. 

I chose, Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary – Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven


Once a raven, black as coal 

upon a moonlit eve, 

a minute before 

midnight came to my window ledge.

Dreary, listless days he’d passed

while mourning his lost mate.

I watched him grieve in solitude,

pondered his woeful state.

Weak, his will to live now spent 

and naught that I could do, he closed his

weary eyes and whispered, never more, never more.

Wendie Donabie 2022

Photo credit: Tom Mossholder

NaPoWriMo 2022 Day #9

Today’s challenge was to write a Nonet. A nonet is a nine-line poem. In the nonet form, each line contains specific, descending syllable counts. The first line contains nine syllables, the second line contains eight, the third line contains seven, and so on.

Day #9 Nonet

Sleep-filled eyes gaze at the blazing sun 

flashing hot hues ‘tween earth and sky.

Brilliant colours transform,

to a muted rainbow,

as the golden orb 

rises higher

heading west



Wendie Donabie 2022

Photo credit: Nicole Avagliano

NaPoWrMo 2022 – Day #4

Today we were challenged to write a poem . . . in the form of a poetry prompt. If that sounds silly, well, maybe it is! But it’s not without precedent. The poet Mathias Svalina has been writing surrealist prompt-poems for quite a while, posting them to Instagram.


  1. Two hikers seek shelter from a storm
  2. Find a deserted house in the desert
  3. Inside there is only an out-of-place Chinese Cabinet with a key in the lock
  4. Curiosity drives them to open it
  5. A strangely clad man exits the cabinet
  6. He speaks in a language they don’t understand
  7. The storm rages outside
  8. Now write a poem by choosing 10 words from these lines, adding your favourite colour, lucky number, the names of your father and mother, an exotic cocktail, and a random item from today’s news.

NaPoWrMo 2022 – Day #3


A Glosa or Glose is literally a poem that glosses, or explains, or in some way responds to another poem. The idea is to take a quatrain from a poem that you like, and then write a four-stanza poem that explains or responds to each line of the quatrain, with each of the quatrain’s four lines in turn forming the last line of each stanza. 

From the first stanza of Frost’s poem, here is

Homage to Frost: A Snowy Evening

I’m headed out into the snow
A moonless night, as home I go.
Firs and pines all laden white;
whose woods these are, I think I know.

I muse this land belongs to Joe –
a man I’ve never cared to know.
He’s never seen from year to year.
His house is in the village though.

Alone at night, I have no fear
that he might suddenly appear.
He’ll be abed in his home now
He will not see me stopping here.

I’ll linger midst what trees here grow,
as feathery flakes blow to and fro.
He’ll never know I paused tonight
to watch his woods fill up with snow.

NaPoWrMo 2022 – Day #2

In Pursuit of Weird Words

I spent far too long

searching for words,

ones weird or slightly off.

Wabbit I was

by the end of it all

I’d even developed a cough

The words acted as

a sternutator

my sneezes heard near and far.

I cannot go on

This must come to an end

This exercise, so bizarre.

This silly verse was written in response to today’s prompt from NaPoWrMo 2022.

Wabbit – Scottish for exhausted or slightly unwell

Stenutator – something that causes sneezing


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