Sunday, July 31, 2011
i recently purchased a new pair of spectacles... at the grocery store. it was one of those impulse buys, one of those things you find hanging in the soup aisle of all places. it made no sense to me to sell spectacles with cream of broccoli but i couldn't resist. perhaps the placement oddity was part of my desire to acquire them.
these new devices of seeing are divinely perfect on a raging hot day. you simply put them upon your face, place one end in a vessel containing a cool drink and the other in your mouth. as you suck the liquid upwards a cooling sensation loops itself around your eyes and across your forehead, ahhh, such relief.
I figured it would be high class to enjoy a glass of pinot grigio this way. gorgeous. take me home and impress your Mum!
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Urban Jungle handmade soap by Future Primitive
I just received the most AMAZING soap in the mail, seriously, this is what all of those mass produced crap soaps wish they could be. there is nothing like handmade soap, trust me. you know what's in it, it smells like magic, it softens & soothes the skin, and more often than not you buy it from the person who created it. What could be better?
Tiggy is a true artist in so many ways. She loves what she does, it's obvious the moment you open your package. Just look at the beauty of the soap, the layers of colour are magnificent! I'm in love. She even has her very own branded parchment to wrap it in! To think she does every bit of it... the researching, the experimenting, the creating, the marketing, the packaging, the shipping..... i'm drawn to people like this. It's hard work but it's passion that keeps it going strong. I find that true passion is a rarity these days which makes Tiggy's products that much more special.
Genuine love for what one creates is felt by those who view, feel, experience it. You can see through false attempt, heart is so important in creation, creating something you yourself love. I had a drama teacher in high school who said to us during a dress rehearsal "do you see that lampshade there? it's slightly tilted. the human eye will always be drawn to what is wrong". This is so true, sadly, human nature tends to focus on the negative. The positive to this negative is that when we stumble upon something truly heart/soulful we know it and it resonates, we know it's honest and rooted in love.
Here's to supporting the passion of others and creating our own self belonging! Root yourself in true.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
No AC means tangled hair and the odd wasp landing on your lap but i love an open window. no matter how much it hurts as i try to comb the knots even Houdini would find challenging, i will always choose open window to air conditioning.
Much thanks to Maria-Therese for the macaron craving :)
Friday, July 8, 2011
thoughts while a painting dries:
1. oh how i love and need music, i can't do anything without music it would seem (i'm such a Pisces). while painting i need just the right aura of sound around me. sometimes while working i'll feel "off", like it just doesn't feel right somehow. Often the cure to this feeling is a switch in music. when i land on the right notes the air changes, the moment begins to feel right. that happened tonight. often i like to put on a 1920's radio station and skip around my canvas with nostalgia for a past life (i'm SO convinced i used to live there, it's another post altogether). tonight that didn't fit. i scrolled through my library and fell on adorable and poetic Joanna Newsom and then... then there was synergy! *side thought* - do you ever combine pieces of people you are inspired by and paper doll them into someone you would like to be when you grow up? Joanna is definitely a piece of my paper.
2. you know how i said i was waiting for a painting to dry? i'm actually waiting for three edges to dry so i can paint the fourth. as i was painting over the bits of colour that spilled over i wondered "why do i cover this up?" i love those run over bits, they show the process. if i were buying a painting i would want to see that, the process, i love the "behind the scenes" bits. i guess i've convinced myself that painting it over in a nice solid colour (in this case it's white) makes it more "sellable", like most people would like to purchase something that looked absolutely finished. is that bad? i'm sort of torn there, now that i've analyzed it. well, i'll finish these edges since i started but for future pieces..... we'll see.
I think it's dry.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
You know the scene in The Grinch Who Stole Christmas where his heart grows & grows until it's so big it breaks right through the whimsical gold frame that surrounds it? That heart bursting bigness feels SO good! I’m not saying i’m a grinch, by all means, but before I left for Prince Edward Island a couple months ago there were definitely things weighing my heart down.
I had never travelled by myself before, let alone travelled to meet up with a group of people I had never met. This was the first “yes” i said. This “yes” got me there.
As I climbed the air stairs (oh, how that makes travel so much more exciting) up to the awaiting plane, as i said good morning to the steward, as i walked that familiar narrow aisle to find my seat, as i shimmied in and sat by the little window i felt it, i felt that first bursting tingle of excitement. I was beginning my journey. How befitting it was to start a dream adventure in clouds.
Somewhere between Toronto and Prince Edward Island, thousands of feet above land, I gave myself a rule to follow. Say yes to everything. I did not want to come home with regrets, with “i wish i had of...” I’ve done that before, held back, and it sucks (for lack of a more eloquent word)! After all it was “yes” that got me into the faux leather seat i was sitting in. I was about to do something I had always wanted to do, about to explore another piece of my own country, about to spend some time with me as me.
(Oh no, the shameful dot dot dot) Somewhere between the period at the end of the above paragraph and right now I’ve realized this is very hard to put into words for some reason, to be completely honest. I can usually re-tell a moment but this one is eluding me. It’s been eluding me for 2 months! Why can’t i put this experience into writing? Maybe it was simply a trip for me and to surround it with typed adjectives wouldn’t do it the true justice it deserves. Perhaps I’m supposed to keep it in my heart and memory as is. I thought on the plane home “this will make for some good writing” but damn, ever since I got back i’ve been spending a lot more time in my head, thinking, wondering, dreaming, plotting, wishing. So I guess it makes sense, even the writ word is in my head.
Alas, I can’t hold up my blog any longer so this is it, the first post. Not as impressive as i had imagined but hey, that’s what makes it real i guess. Before a few photos take the place of the well spun words i hoped for I would like to make some notes in the metaphorical margin. Notes that whisper of what i discovered, learned, flew away with, treasured, and loved.
~ collect, accept, and appreciate bruises
~ forget fear or accept it as a challenging step towards new
~ red roads. broken clam shells.
~ magic (life, living, being) is infectious
~ say “yes!”
~ expanding heart. letting it all in and realizing
~ true magic is in the process, in the experiencing, in the doing and being
~ Sabrina is one of those people who seems to attract magic. a spark of life, colour, love, authenticity, and being. She brings those bits & pieces out in the people around her.
~ normal life hard to get back to as it was. change a must!
Ultimately i long for more days like the ones I spent on the East Coast of Canada with a group of eight kindred spirits. Thank you to all of you, for the spilling and laughing at the dinner table, the messy painted hands, running like wild women under that quiet black sky (collecting fresh cut grass on our bare feet), and everything else on and between the lines. Farewell was an open ending. xoxoxo
|beach installation by Christina & I|
|inside our studio, the 1930's dance hall|
|pieces drying in the sun|
|red dirt girl|
|beautiful beach mandala by Virginia|
|waiting with the tragic canoe|