This blog is usually about my art process & life reflections in the studio & out.
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Category: Day to Day

Push This

In a small southern California town, at the perfect intersection between late afternoon & early evening, when the day has only one direction to move in; a man & his 3 year old daughter stand before a gas pump. Both are side lit by the curtsying sun, laying it’s evening light down...

best-away-place

I have learned in the way we do without necessarily setting out to, that being away & change, all have the potential to lend perspective & add fuel to the heart, the mind, the imagination. And being away in the right place is the best away. Here I sit in my other home, a place I came...

The Grey and Thoughtful Days of Winter 2012

Toronto is grey. Small sharp sleet is falling from the sky after yesterday's mop wet rain. I have now used up all the vegetables (see salad above) & will venture forth to shop a little later. This was a week of a few reckonings. The business end. The frightening, gobsmacking,...

Zookeeping & The Path of The Tiger

          Am I the animal(s) or the zoo keeper? A bit of both undoubtedly. unruly-me. Or is this tiger we speak of free to wander, to slink, to kill or be killed, to sleep deeply in the shade swatting flies whilst cubs suckle at her teats, with one...

Wim Wender's Pina

It is -15c & something considerably lower with windchill. I turned on my heating this morning & over night the duvet was good. I am grateful for both those simple in Canadian terms, things. 2012 is here. That number had me reflect on how long I’ve been here on the planet....

new planet

I am waffling. On a different planet now, other time zone, different views, spaces, places, people & dare I say: Energy. It is delightful to be here, but in the tunnel of change I have found myself unable to step back & articulate the nature of this transition.   I am...

sick day?

Dearest Blog-Readers, Am out of country & had intended to blog away... until I ate a wee something that disagreed with all of my apparently deeply held principles. So just like in the scary movies, the wee something returned!! Drumming it's drums, banging on pots, scuffing up clouds of...

ex-montrealer-toronto-love.

How do I (post-montrealer abashment) embrace if not love, Toronto? Let me count the ways:   Bike. Bike down Strachan to Lakeshore, then along the strung-out lake front trail, peddling west through well-tended parkland, squawking lake-gulls & brazen Canadian Geese (all settling...