Marion Chornobrywy

Quebec, Canada

Marion Chornobrywy, born July 1, 1933 in Belfast, Northern Ireland. She studied art at the Belfast Technical College and Window Design in Scotland. She then took care of interior and window display for four stores in Ireland. In 1959, Marion moved to Canada and studied under various Canadian landscape artists. She also attended and was guest teacher at the Schneider School of Fine Arts in Ontario where she obtained first prize in watercolors 1983 and 1984. She has taught art for 30 years, in Ireland and Canada. She owned and operated an art gallery for 8 years in Montreal. Marion has had a number of one man shows in Montreal, Ottawa, New York State and Ireland. Her paintings can be found as far away as Australia, Germany, United Kingdom and the United States, as well as across Canada. Marion is a member of the Lakeshore Association of Artists, Montreal. She has also written and illustrated 3 books, published poems in Canada, England, the U.S.A. and Ireland. Marion is a graduate of Fine Arts at John Abbot College, and has a Bachelor of Fine Arts from Concordia University, as well as, a M.A. in Interior Design from De Montfort University, England. Marion is continually exploring various media and striving to give a new dimension to the world of art.

Memories

There is a lovely old house
By the sea
That stands half hid by
A crumbling wall
Through broken windows
The wild winds play
And nobody lives there
At all.

Memories flash back and
faces I see
Growing up with my family
The cat on the rug in
Front of the fire
The smell of cookies as
You enter there.

The garden is tangled
Overgrown with weed
Bright flowers in their
Beds
Have all gone to seed
Alone and majestic the
Tall fir tree stands
Guarding our place
While we seek other lands.

The Fall in Canada

The flowers in the garden are fading
And fall is drawing near.
The red leaves rustle underfoot
The air is cold and clear.

Piles of pumpkins fill each store,
All ready for the night
When ghosts and goblins trick and treat
Its such a scary sight.

But alas the winter comes
And snow is on the ground
The flowers that looked so colourful
Are decked in a snowy white gown.

As the seasons come and go,
Our would is always changing,
Adding colour to our lives
Metamorphosis embracing.

Freedom

When you lose the one you love
Life is over
ItŐs ended
You want to die
And part of you does
Life is empty inside
But the birds still sing
Although you are sad and numb
They remind you that life goes on
You will sing again
That after death of life and limb
Spring comes again to flourish and bloom
Like nature, Spring is reborn within you
The jigsaw of life falls into place
Piece by piece until itŐs complete again
A new life begins.