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 Paul Grignon - BIO   /

“The universe is inherently beautiful, and a sense of beauty is itself a gift from its Creator. Painting is my form of worship, therapy and at-one-ment in this age of manmade destruction.

Planetary scale fascinates me most which is why I am drawn to shorescapes where sky, land, ocean, space and light dance with each other.”

I was born in 1948, in Toronto, a place where I never actually felt at home, perhaps because all the wooded areas I loved as a kid were disappearing so rapidly. My teenage years were spent in Ottawa, before it became a real city. When people ask me when I started painting I answer... we all started painting, I just never stopped. But I started painting quite realistically in oils when I was thirteen.

To the question did you go to Art School or are you self taught, the answer is both. Under pressure to pursue careers in science and engineering, as we all were during the Cold War, I decided to take Applied Chemistry at the University  of Waterloo (final high school mark 98%).

Today, I value very highly my understanding of physics, most especially what I recall from the optics and statistics 101 courses. But a career in Applied Chemistry? No way.

I did one year at the New School of Art in downtown Toronto. But I skipped most of the classes in order to do life drawing all day. I also enjoyed abstract expressionist painting. I credit that year with teaching me how to be an artist, more than technically how to paint.
However, a year later in the fall of 1970, I signed up for a course in television production, thinking the employment possibilities would be better. The school, which turned out to be nothing more than a fancy name in a newspaper ad, a rented room, and a desperately entreprenurial effort by an American draft dodger living with his wife and young child in a Volkswagon van, soon collapsed. In the middle of my effort to make a music video in a huge old church, the equipment was re-possessed.

Our fearless leader, a former writer for "Let's make a Deal" (according to him) fobbed off some his students into apprenticeships at the local cable TV station and persuaded the rest of us into becoming an amateur theater group. He next got an LIP grant to transform the big bankrupt church into a wonderful 800-seat theater.  We tore out the exquisite woodwork of pulpit and choir and replaced it with a stage 40 feet wide and 20 feet deep. The deal was that the materials were paid for by Canada's National Ballet and the first public performance on it was a ballet by their graduating students. From the balcony, I got to see the sweat on Veronica Tennant's young face. Two years later, she was starring with Nureyev.

Renovations in the daytime, theater at night, it was exhausting and the "amateur theater" very much so. I had a hand in everything, soon becoming both assistant director and stage manager. I learned a lot, but not about television production!

Meanwhile, I had caught the Mother Earth News bug, started doing yoga at 4 am with people in white turbans, chanting with Krishnaites and then suddenly got the urge to buy a motorcycle and go West. I needed to get out of the City.

That effort never got out of Ontario. My motorcycle broke down in Kirkland Lake.

Deep into the 'stagflation' economists had assured us couldn't happen,  the only job I could find in Toronto was outdoor hard labour in the middle of winter, building a new channel for the West Humber River - made out of rocks packed into Gabion wire baskets that are then sewed together, all with wire and pliers. 

It was an absolutely necesary toughening up before a memorable summer of hiking in the Rockies with the new friend I had worked with at the 'pit'. Joined in September by his girlfriend, we hopped a freight for a cold full moon ride out of Jasper National Park. In Kamloops, we were chased by railroad cops. Spent one night next to a beehive burner inferno and all-night sawmill.  Slept in Stanley Park. Took the midnight CP ferry to Nanaimo. We were treated very kindly by a guy we met named Ted who put us up until we moved on to Ladysmith seeking a job at the mill.

Unable to gain employment, we returned to Nanaimo. There, sitting across from the Bastion and feeling low indeed, a passing long-haired stranger handed us a joint which we smoked right there.  A fateful moment, we noticed the cliffs of Gabriola, paid the 40˘ fare and arrived the afternoon of September 29, 1973.

We immedaitely connected with and were welcomed into the "hippy enclave" consisting mostly of fellow refugees from Southern Ontario's endledss urban and industrial landscape, plus a few American draft dodgers.
Tree-planting, housebuilding, having children at home, enjoying potlucks and music and beach trips together, the “hippy days” on Gabriola still bring warm memories and feelings of kinship and community among all who shared them.

Many moved on but, except for seven months at a vegan community in southern Oregon we have been here ever since, deeply involved in the growth of the community.

People often comment “I’ll bet you’ve seen a lot of changes in that time” I answer, “Yes but the rate of change has been much slower than any other place I’ve lived.”  This island is so beautiful it is a privilege to live here and a duty not to spoil it. So far most Gabriolans seem to understand that. Which is why I’m still happy to call this place home.

My wife Tsiporah was always the biggest fan of my art. After her part-time job at a health food store ended in 1999, I asked her to be more active in the art business. Although she had already gone on the road selling cards featuring my artwork, and taking paintings to display in local galleries on Vancouver Island and Vancouver, she became competent to deal with the financial aspects of the business, which freed me to focus on painting.

An art agent saw my work and decided she wanted to take my artwork to New York City’s huge art expo. I must admit that after that show, it was very seductive to realize that I could send the agent an unfinished image of a painting, and a gallery would commit to buying it. This was unprecedented in my reality as an artist - to be paid for a painting before a gallery sold it! But signing a contract meant doing what someone else wanted ... which was definitely not my style. The next year, the agent gathered a few other artists and I was asked to create a website for all of us. Ultimately, the experience with an art agent taught us whose values and aspirations we wanted to live by, which led us to take back our sovereignty. We gained control over the publishing of canvas reproductions of my paintings, called giclées, and never looked back.

By this time, all 4 of our children had left home, and we became empty-nesters. Tsiporah and I both became very interested in geo-politics. This was after 9/11, which to us was the pivotal event of the new millenium. Tsiporah’s interest in healthy food led her to learn about how our food is grown, and she started writing about food. Growing a garden every year made us acutely aware of the difficulties faced by all who farm for a living.

Since then, she has written several articles on topics ranging from ,growing up Jewish to profiling for us the work of censored heroic doctors still being perscuted even though the truth has already been exposed about the Covid lies.

Meanwhile, I was drawn to by my environmentalist studies and activism to realize that all will come to nothing if we can't escape the existing growth dependent money system.

was voracious to learn about the banking industry, specifically how money is created. This led to several intense years of creating animated movies describing just that. The first movie was released in 2006, and went viral immediately. I was overwhelmed with thanks, including by well-known authors whose reviews inspired me to continue this work.

link to reviews page and Ulf Dahlsten video.

After the 2nd movie was released in 2009, Tsiporah and I travelled to several cities in Europe to meet people who were fans, culminating in showing my movie in Glasgow, considered the monetary reform capital of the UK.

In 2011, I released the third and final movies of this series ... a proposal for a whole new economy based on the aleterantive concep t of money that ahs been witg us for at least 5,000 years.

This was the time of the Occupy Movement. Several organizers from big cities - New York, Amsterdam, Frankfurt - thanked me for explaining money creation to the masses. We sold 12,000 DVDs, despite the fact that they had been put online by some buyers. I eventually created translations for these movies - full translations in French. It was clear the world’s people were hungry for this information.

All this time, I still managed to produce a few paintings, because I always loved painting. I was grateful that Tsiporah enjoyed taking my artwork to our local weekly summer market. She also became an organizer of a variety of community events - music programs, food forums and documentary film festivals. I always helped by designing posters, and being her tech man. Eventually I created a website for her film festivals. We were always a good team.

For many years, all 4 of our adult children lived in the big city of Vancouver. We became grandparents - 2 girls, 2 boys. Our oldest son, who has always been an outdoors person, got his carpenter’s ticket and after years of working for big companies, is happy to be self-employed and is back living on Gabriola.

Our older daughter, while being a mother of two girls, worked at several responsible jobs in which had to make important decisions for her bosses. This business experience helped her decide to open her own business, which she did in 2015 with a partner - an award-winning flour-milling business that ships its product across North America - freshly milled, organically grown wheat flour from Canadian farmers. After a few years, they decided to open a bakery, which has become a loved community hub ( exterior left)

The younger son went to culinary school, and rose in the ranks from sous-chef to chef, worked in several Vancouver restaurants, came third as Canada’s representative in an international cooking competition in Germany, and currently teaches cooking at a community college.

Our youngest daughter, who had made a good living for 20 years in the hospitality industry as a server, then a supervisor of catering and special events, lost her job when Covid happened. So she went back to school as mature student, and earned her diploma as a Registered Massage Therapist, which she loves.


What did we do when the world changed in 2020? All our years of looking at how political leaders made decisions about everything - going to war, how taxpayer money is spent, how corporations have enormous power - led us to look at Covid through the lens of cui bono - who benefits? From the beginning of the era of Covid, we spent hours every day learning as much as possible about all things Covid-related. There was nothing more important to do.

And what we found was that the corporate media, the medical establishment and our governments at all levels were lying to us. ... even when their own "official" statistics and scores, even hundreds of valid published scientific studies clearly contradicted everything they claimed. The new phenomenon of "independent" fact-checkers turned out to be, as proudly announced on the Poynter Institute's website homepage, a "global network" "uniting" 100's of fact-checkers funded by Bill Gates and several fellow billionaires.

We have never strayed far from our hippie roots. As back-to-the-land hippies, we had chosen to learn how to grow food. We also learned what foods were nutritious to keep us healthy. Basically, as we listened to the medical advice the world’s people were "mandated" to obey, we simply did not trust the so-called “science” because  weknew to ask who benefits? Clearly, the pharmaceutical companies. Medicines for specfic diseases only sell tothose who have the disease. Vaccines, especially mandatory ones, make far more money.

But the truth goes much, much deeper than corporate greed. Deeper than most people are willing to believe even when publicly announced to their face.

Both Tsiporah and I wrote articles about what we learned. Here are two of mine.

Dr. Bogoch and the new report

How to hide a democide

We were part of a dedicated email group of information sharing here in our community, who chose not to get the covid jab. We attended potluck gatherings together, special times when the rest of the world was told to isolate. We acted as an emotional support group for each other. For we were not immune to feelings of depression, and sadness at humanity’s capitulation to fear and an unwillingness to employ critical thinking to observe the mind control deception being fed to us non-stop by the media, which continues to this day, despite the truth already being revealed by exposures such as the Pfizer documents.