When you visit the Gallery be sure to stop at the Gift Shop for some amazing items. We have many Homer Watson branded items from books, shirts, cards, and more. Plus we feature local artists to display and sell their creative works. Below is just a small sample of what we carry.
At HWHG we love featuring local artists. Items must be hand-made and one of a kind such as; jewellery, ceramics, miniature paintings, blockprints, and other creative works of art. Small runs of art prints and art cards are also welcome.
Contact our Retail Coordinator, Ralf Wall, at graphics@homerwatson.on.ca with a description and images of what you wish to sell. The Gallery offers a 70/30% split on all sales.
“I am a potter who loves reality-tv and hanging out at the beach. The bright, vibrant colours of the beach can be found reflected in much of my pottery. Brilliant turquoises and purples are paired with earthy oranges and bronze tones to create pieces which showcase my love of the sun, sand and water.”
Hot off the presses! “Tea with Phoebe” is a new comic book written by Christine Slattery and illustrated by Ralf Wall. Join Homer’s sister, Phoebe, as she gives you a tour of the Gallery. You’ll learn about Homer, his work, Phoebe’s creative passions, and have fun with activity pages. Great for all ages!
This book contains some first hand stories of ghostly encounters.
This book features many of Homer Watson’s paintings
After Phoebe Watson passed away, the house become a famous art school.
We’re blowing out all of our tee shirt stock. Limited sizes and styles available!
Homer Watson House & Gallery acknowledges that it is located on the traditional territory of the Attawandaron (Neutral), Anishnaabeg,
and Haudenosaunee peoples; land promised to Six Nations, six miles on each side of the Grand River.
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The Loch Doon area was memorialized in celebrated Scottish poet, Robert Burns piece “Ye banks and braes O’ bonnie Doon”
Ye banks and braes o’ bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu’ o’ care?
Thou’lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o’ departed joys,
Departed, never to return.
Aft hae I rov’d by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o’ its love,
And fondly sae did I o’ mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose,
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover stole my rose,
But, ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.