Deal Breaker

oh Rachael. Found this link on "everypassingmoment" today, i always find lovely things there.
thanks L

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The earth has been thought to be flat…science has proved the earth to be round…they persist nowadays, in believing that life is flat and runs from birth to death.

However, life, too, is probably round.

~Vincent Van Gogh

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A Good Thing

Mmmm  mmm mmmm  headphones on, drinkin tea and late night music searching  . . .

If i could make it to the Hotel Cafe in LA,

this is who I'd go see this Wednesday.

But I would be drinkin something other than tea :)

these times they are a changin'

I grew up surrounded by music.

Driving in the van listening to Fleetwood Mac,

dancing in the living room to classic rock and Abba,

singing songs with my Mom and Dad on a reel to reel recorder,

listening to my dad play guitar and absorbing all the lyrics 

to every James Taylor song that exists.

I now like to play guitar, or hold it, cause i can't play that well.

But I was not born with a voice for singing.

Right now is all about re alignment and focusing on what is truly important - 

thanks to the supermoon the other day.

If I was a singer, I would be writing love songs or heartbreak songs right now.

But I am an artist, so I am listening to others words and

making a new series of paintings.

I wish my paintings could sing.

introducing Romeo Forbes

Yesterday I did a painting camp for children at my studio.

The theme was trees. So I went to the library and found this amazing book 

"elias and his trees", not only is it a lovely story, the illustrations are so gorgeous.

Sadly the artist, Romeo Forbes passed away at 24 years old.

I am so in love with his work. So sad that there won't be any new

work from him. 

But enjoy these.

xo

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

http://brianrutenbergart.com/studio.html

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

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.

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
staircase.
Climb
into
the present,
step
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.
Reach
for apples,
not the clouds.
Let them
fluff through the sky,
skimming passage,
into the past.

You
are
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.

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 ?
Xoxo

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

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.

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.

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

sounds and scapes - lyrics and layers

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

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 !

transformation, rejuvination, flight

I am inspired to spend my extra time these days . . .
exercising!
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 :)

that's all

there is much beauty in a moment of confusion and interpretation.
there is that lesson , again and again, don't look down and miss all the good stuff -
just look up and trip over things.

i learn so much from you, even when I am not looking

"This is blindness, beyond all conceiving
While behind us, the road is leaving
And leaving, and falling back
Like a rope gone slack

Well, I saw straightaway that the lay was steep
But I fell for you, honey, easy as falling asleep
And that, right there is the course I keep

And no amount of talking
Is going to soften the fall
But, like after the rain
Step out of the overhang, that's all "

city walk

oh, poor little silly little sad little me.
So spoiled am I , that I am feeling lost.
Lost because I had to miss my fall trip to nyc.
the fall in nyc - gorgeous.
the fall here in dreariesville - grey
I didn't want to write about it, admit it, it's silly, but it's also true
and I like the truth !
more truth -
the walking, i miss the walking - and apparently so do my thighs!
today my fat a__ ran around the park, over some benches, past a sketchy dude ( guy in park with clean beige boots, big sunglasses, large toque, small backpack)
let's toast to me doing that all over again tomorrow, perhaps minus the sketchy dude,
cause then i might have to find a new park.
let's hope the running helps, cause if i find the time and the money
i want to be on a sunshiny beach in the new year
and wearing a bathing suit might be essential.
whoa rant-aholic tonight, must write more !

ps. this whole thing started because after my little jog i popped into the fresh and lovely Collage Collage store and gorgeous illustration by Julie Morstad (artist above)
she is one talented lady !

preparing for flight

The butterfly
the soul - the mind - love
transformation - beauty - flight

i await a new year of flight

floating, swimming and all tied up

what?
i am not sure either
but somehow i relate to this picture
at the moment life is:
dynamic, grand, trying, smooth, fulfilling, quiet
i am:
floating, fluttering, in love (with a fish), challenged,
tied up, standing tall, forgetting my creativity, learning,
changing, growing
i need to:
paint more, find new music, hang tight, be free,
be open to the change, focus on the challenges at hand,
let go, and blog again

PESCADO

happiness runs in a circular motion
thought is like a little boat upon the sea
everybody is a part of everything anyway
you can have everything if you let yourself be

you can have everything if you let yourself be
you can have everything if you let yourself be
you can have everything if you let yourself be

tripping over things

my first blog experience was stumbling upon a blog called
Every Passing Moment
lately I have had my head in businesses but am switching with spring
back into the land of creativity.
So to start Spring off right, I visited one of my favourite blogs tonight
knowing i would find something to love
and here it is . . .
thank you

(best to click on the title and be patient and let it load - it's worth it )

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