Friday, December 30, 2011

finding Brian Rutenberg

 I am jumping for joy
while sitting on my couch with 
a laptop on my lap (hee hee )

i love google !
i have stumbled upon a new artist.
new to me that is.
Brain Rutenberg
i can't wait to hunt down his paintings the
next time I am in NYC, which is hopefully soon
 ( cause i am going through nyc withdrawal again )
i love them
i love them 
i love them

Thursday, November 24, 2011

note to my boyfriend:
if you ever want to redecorate our apartment
or want to know what my ideal living room would look like.
here it is.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

ode to the present - the beautiful beautiful present

Ode to the Present
by Pablo Neruda

This present moment,
smooth as a wooden slab,
this immaculate hour,
this day pure as a new cup
from the past-- no spider web exists--
with our fingers,
we caress the present;
we cut it
according to our magnitude
we guide
the unfolding of its blossoms.
It is living, alive--
it contains nothing
from the unrepairable past,
from the lost past,
it is our infant,
growing at this very moment, 
adorned with sand, 
eating from our hands.
Grab it.
Don't let it slip away.
Don't lose it in dreams
or words.
Clutch it.
Tie it,
and order it to obey you.
Make it a road,
a bell,
a machine,
a kiss, a book,
a caress.
Take a saw to its delicious
wooden perfume.
And make a chair;
braid its back;
test it.
Or then, build a staircase!
Yes, a
the present,
by step,
press your feet
onto the resinous wood
of this moment,
going up,
going up,
not very high,
just so
you repair
the leaky roof.
Don't go all the way to heaven.
for apples,
not the clouds.
Let them
fluff through the sky,
skimming passage,
into the past.
your present,
your own apple.
Pick it from
your tree.
Raise it
in your hand.
It's gleaming,
rich with stars.
Claim it.
Take a luxurious bite
out of the present,
and whistle along the road
of your destiny.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

A lovely day

It was my birthday yesterday. So much that I wanted to pack in to remember the day by. So many people that I wanted to speak to. Long lost friends I wanted to see. But the day is only so long and it did go by quickly. What I did do : I started the day out with a crazy intense boxing circuit class, followed by a lunch / shopping date with my boyfriend ( we went to the new anthropology store where I was in heaven and pretended I was in new york ), then off to dinner, drinks and a little kar-ee-oh-kee with friends and family. The picture with my sweet sis really says it all. Just a lovely cozy day. What more can a girl ask for ?

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

tomorrow doesn't matter for i have lived today - Horace

There was a year when I conquered many fears,
many dislikes, many unknowns, many "i have never".

One of them was diving into the cold lake water above.
Face first, without my usual testing and easing,
slowly inching myself in.

This may seem like a silly thing to most,
but I had spent my entire life up till that point
never having dove into a lake.

This photo made me think today
that I might need to challenge myself a little more this year.
As my new year is coming up,
I will look out for new lakes to dive into.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

welcome to the new window at 648

this is the new and improved
front window of the Toast Collective.
Otherwise known as the Drift's art display window.
Otherwise known as my studio.
We share.

Thanks to the Len for his craftsmanship
we'll have this place lookin spiffy in no time.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

tripping over things ( again )

And I've got
No illusions about you
And guess what?
I never did
And when I said
When I said I'll take it
I meant,
I meant as is

Just give up
And admit you're an asshole
You would be
In some good company
I think you'd find
That your friends would forgive you
Or maybe I
Am just speaking for me

Cause when I look around
I think this, this is good enough
And I try to laugh
At whatever life brings
Cause when I look down
I just miss all the good stuff
When I look up
I just trip over things

- ah, miss ani

did i ever post this new painting? i don't believe i did

Sunday, February 6, 2011

sounds and scapes - lyrics and layers

This is part 1 of 3 - of one of my older pieces

I would like to return to this process:
of layers, found materials, adding and removing,
scraping and gluing, creating and undoing

Steve Weaving together sounds and splashes of colour,
lyrics and layers of paint,
here we come !

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

transformation, rejuvination, flight

I am inspired to spend my extra time these days . . .
Sorry, I know, I should be painting.
But trust me, this is important . . .
and painting more will come next, when that studio warms up
@#*&(!!! it's cold in there, not painting friendly - at all!
So for now I am lifting weights and trying to lift my own weight
which I am awful at.
Tomorrow is for boxing ! I announce this with much excitement !
and sore happy muscles :)