Wednesday, December 12, 2012

12.12.12.

12:12 in the afternoon on 12.12.12.  quick.  make a wish.


Monday, December 10, 2012

stages of a painting



step one
step two

step three
9" x 14" mixed media on 140 lbs watercolour paper


the stages of a painting.   i love to see the transformations.  such a satisfying process.

Friday, November 16, 2012

the matriarch

"the matriarch"
9" x 14" mixed media piece on 140 lbs watercolour paper

it seems my painting hiatus is over.  i do that every once in a while.  i paint my ass off and then i just stop.  for a while.  i get into other things, like screen printing, and embroidery, and teaching myself to sew.  it's all ebb and flow.  and then all of a sudden, i have that urge to paint again.  and this whole new surge of inspiration comes.  this one kept me painting for a good four hours.  painting as if i was in a trance.  an out of body experience.  i was stunned when dom called out from downstairs to say it was ten o'clock and that the kids needed to go to bed.  it's the best kind of painting sessions for me.  but she first started off as the girl in the last post.  it took me about a month to finally get back to it.  a big improvement, i think.  

i have another one in the works too.  she's at the first stage and i'll leave it until the urge hits again.  

sigh.  it's good to be back.

xoxo



Wednesday, October 24, 2012

back in the groove of things

monochromatic, acrylic, on 100% cotton 140lbs hot press
i've been a long hiatius.  a hiatus from painting and blogging.  probably the longest hiatus i've taken in a long time from painting, and blogging.  when i came back from squam, i just wasn't able to get back into the groove of things.  it didn't seem right to just jump back into the same place i had left off.  there was a shift in me.  i knew i couldn't step into the same shoes.  so i just stopped.  stopped everything to reevaluate 'everything' in my life.  reevaulate what was working for me and what wasn't.  what were the things that no longer served me, and what were the things worth hanging on to?  what changes needed to be made?  and how to go about making those changes.

last night, after dom called me from faraway scotland, and elisa was playing with her monster high barbie, and xavier was playing a game on the ipad, i finally picked up my brushes and paint.  my hands and arms felt rusty after such a long hiatus (it's been about 4 weeks), but it felt good to be back at it.  it felt good like sinking into your own bed after being away from home. 

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

another year at squam


so many hours spent in a car, together, discovering new places


another year of meeting up with on line friends with cool t-shirts xo


gushing over sweet creative women


finding out why they call it 'on golden pond'


discovering only one single little lonely red mushroom this year


meeting and learning from talented established surface artist, heather moore aka skinny laMinx


learning new techniques and having my brain swirl with endless possibilities



not having to worry about making beds, or keeping things neat and tidy


listening and meeting the ever inspiring maya stein and her famous 'type rider' story journey


of waking up to this scene every morning


hanging with a very special friend of my heart, ms patricia with the ever flowing bottles of wine xoxo


of visiting wells beach and being inspired and uplifted and filled in a way i didn't know i needed


in feeling the power and majesty of the ocean in all it's glory


of learning so much about myself and others, and what i really need to move forward.  a deep knowing of what's important and what isn't.  the healing of solitude and the comfort of true friendships.  of seeing through the bullshit.  relishing only in what is real. and true.


for this man that makes me happier than i ever thought someone could. and yet, can make me madder than a crazy screaming banshee.


thank you squam for revealing to me the way.  bright and clear.  ready.  set.  go.


and for time with these kids.


oh these wild, rambunctious, happy, funny, children of mine.


 who remind me to have fun and play.


and for this girl who poses like a fashion model.  where does she get that from?


Saturday, September 8, 2012

and we're offfffff.....

well almost.




i'll be away on vacation allllll week.  the house has been cleaned, the dog sitter arranged, the clothes laundered and packed.  the camera batteries charged.  the ipads, ipods and iphones and rechargers all ready.  

we're headed for a nine hour drive tomorrow early morning.  and despite the rain, it'll be a nice drive.  we'll be driving through quebec and vermont and into manchester.  monday we'll go to boston for the day.  and on tuesday we'll spend the day in the cape. and then wednesday i take off to deephaven camps, squam lake.  i am so ready for this.


and this awesome woman, patricia,  we're cabin mates again this year.  she lives in the cape and perhaps i'll get to see her before we meet up at squam.  


did you know that friday the 13th was filmed at squam lake.  oh. yes. it. was.  dom keeps reminding me of that.  well, it can't be any worse than being woken up by ghosts while at the old fort at artfest last year.  lol.  ghosts, mass murderers... peeshaw.  

off to give my pup some loving... he's going to miss us.  but victor will house sit and take him out for long walks, and he'll be happy.  but i will miss my pups wet nose kisses.  he's a lover, not a biter.  lol


hope y'all have a beautiful week, and i'll touch base when we get back..  xoxo


Wednesday, September 5, 2012

weekend lens: the ex, art, music, and SAW

oh the ex.  how we love you.  you're a hallmark event.  doesn't matter how old we get, we never outgrow the ex.  it marks a return to my childhood, as well as the end of another summer season. 

all the rides remain the same, with some new additions.  we spent one whole saturday afternoon until night on the CNE grounds, and we had a blast.  it was the 'funnest' time we've had at the ex.

Please look closely at the photo with elisa at the top right.  look just directly behind her.  look who's up on his horse, holding on tight...  yup.  that's my man.  hanging on for dear life.  told ya, you can't take the ex outta the kid.  xox  priceless.

 on sunday i managed to get in some quiet time to myself.  i journaled in one of my handmade journals.  and i painted. yup..  and i'm still experimenting with oils.  can you guess who the guy is?  yes, i admit after the concert i've become re-obsessed with the man. 


and i'm still scouring the internet for snippets of the toronto show.  and i've just discovered this site.  free unlimited music on demand.  thanks deezer.


i've started getting the luggaes ready and making preparations.  this sunday i leave for boston, then off to deephaven camp for the Squam Art Workshops in New Hampshire.  my home away from home.  my happy place.  last year, my first year at SAW, my intention was to do EVERYTHING, meet everyone, miss nothing.  i was on sensory, and emotional overload.  and by trying to do it all, i missed so much.  and before i knew it, the week was over.

this time around my intention is to slow down and to soak it all in.  i want to let the weekend unfold as it may, as the universe has planned, with little intervention.  i just want to be and soak and revel in each and every single minute.  i want time to stand still as i sit on the doc, or walk in the woods, or sit by the fire, or giggle with friends, and make every minute stretch just a little longer. 

see you soon squammies!!

Thursday, August 30, 2012

post-springsteen concert in toronto

all i can say is i have total and utter respect for Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. 


i am in utter and total awe of their performance in Toronto on August 24, 2012.  i don't even know how to put into words what it was like to see a springsteen concert first hand, for the very first time.  he truly is a master at his craft.  from his lyrics to his performance.  the connection he has with his band is visible.  they truly respect and love one another.  no doubt about that.  and the love he has for his fans is clearly visible.  you could feel it.  the way we feed off eachother -

steven van zandt aka miami steve

it was pure magic. 

pure magic. 

the man is 62 and he gave a 3hour and 45 minute show.  without any breaks.  without any stops.  he didn't walk away after 1.5 hrs of performing to come back and sing a couple more... oh no.  that's not bruce's style.  he sang and performed for 3 hrs and 45 minutes straight.  with only one beer mid way that chugged as we cheered.  xox  by the end of the night, i swear to god, he had worn me out.  i don't know how he does it.  funny though, his show is a fine tuned machine. he knows when to slow us down and when and how to pick us right up, so as not to totally wear us down. 

i swear i nearly had a heartattack when he played ALL my favorites.  Literally, like he was playing them for me.  i swear he heard me yelling and screaming over everyone else when he was taking requests from the audience.  yes, "you can take the band outta the bar, but you can't take the bar outta the band", as per Miami Steve (aka Steven Van Zandt).  She's the One (Mona opening), Rosalita, Born to Run, Thunder Road, Tenth Ave Freez Out....  well when he started with Rosalita, I nearly passed out from screaming so loud.  the two tall men in the seats in front of me, literally sat down through this perforamce so i could get total and complete viewage.... they didn't want to block my view.  i guess they understood through my screams this was a dream come true.





to hear my songs, right from his mouth to my ears, in the skydome, with the roof open, and the breeze wafting in, and the the CN tower glowing in the background.

this was before the concert, we arrived early.  but at night the entire CN tower lit up adding to the ambience and magic of the night.  fabulous.  i so love toronto.

it was pure fucking magic. 

his voice was right on.  he smiled throughout the entire night.  i love it when he sings and he totally gets in the zone of the words and gets lost in them, like he did with incident on 57th street, (a request from the audience, that he played on the piano solo). 





fucking magic.  right?

how does the man do it.  what the hell kinda life has he lived that he comes up with those lyrics that he sings.  it's mind f'n blowing.  and to finally hear it live, and to be able to sing along with him.  well.  it was a masterpiece of a dream come true.  i couldn't have scripted it better.  his lyrics have had such a profound effect on me, i often quote him, and i've used many of his lines somewhere hidden in the backgrounds of my paintings.  yes.  a few of you who have bought my pieces, also have a little bit'a bruce too.  xo

my sister and i walked away on such a high (and not entirely from the beer either). as the rest of the crowd did. 

ok.  yes.  we had a couple.
Here  and here and here a recap in the news.  even bruce commented how great the night was of his toronto fans...  i swear it felt like he too didn't want the night to end.  i pray he comes back to TO just please one more time.  i am still on a springsteen high, which i think will stay with me forever.  i swear i haven't been able to stop thinking about it, and the effect it has had on me.  no one.  no one on this planet gives a concert like springsteen does or ever will. 

SET LIST
 
1) Working On The Highway
2) Hungry Heart
3) Sherry Darling
4) We Take Care Of Our Own
5) Wrecking Ball
6) Death To My Hometown
7) My City Of Ruins
8) Spirit In The Night
9) Thundercrack
10) Jack Of All Trades
11) Murder Incorporated
12) Prove It All Night
13) Candy’s Room
14) Mona/She’s The One
15) Darlington County
16) Shackled And Drawn
17) Waitin’ On A Sunny Day
18) Incident On 57th Street
19) The Rising
20) Badlands
21) Land Of Hope And Dreams
22) We Are Alive
23) Thunder Road
24) Born To Run
25) Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
26) Dancing In The Dark
27) Tenth Avenue Freeze-out
28) Twist And Shout
29) Glory Days

funny little tid bits: 

1)  i never felt so old, and so young all in one single night.  on leaving with my sister, my 14 year old nephew says to us, '....who is springsteen anyways? is he the old guy that sings copa cabana?"  gah?!?!??!?!?  

2)  and then while at the rogers centre (aka skydome), when we went to buy us some beers, the woman looks at me and asks me for id.  i'm 40 and she was asking for my id.  imagine that.  i wasn't sure whether to hit her or laugh.  so i just blurted out, i'm fucking 40 (with look of utter surprise on my face).  my sister was mad that the woman didn't ask for her id, and yelled out at me to laugh and take it as a compliment.  imagine.  i'll be 100 and i'll still get asked for id.  damn it being short. 

suffice to say.  i love you bruce.  and  if you ever have an opportunity to see springsteen in concert.  go. GO. 

Friday, August 24, 2012

springsteen in toronto

so looks like i have a date tonight with the boss.  yup.  me.  my sister. and a million of my best friends (aka other boss fans).

i can't tell you how exciting this is.   i've been a forever fan and especially love his older stuff...  but c'mon, the man is in his 60's and he still gives three hour performances, and still kicks ass compared to any other performer out there.  m'love him.




in other news...  my hubby landed himself the dream job, which also happens to take him travelling all around the world.  while in texas and mexico he bought me these beautiful old gringos from cavenders.  holy shite, right?  total ass kickin' boots.  if it weren't so bloody hot out, i'd wear 'em to the concert.  bruce would surely fall in love with me if he saw me in these, right?  right?



and this little girl. toe to toe.  old gringos vs. vans.  she sure does have a style of her own.  the one most thing i adore about this little girl, is she really does live and dance to the  beat of her own drum.  she's not a follower, and not afraid to be different.  i love that.  



and...... the nails.  the nails people.  i have nails.  it's now been 5 months of no biting.  holy wow.  i think the longest i've ever had nails.  ever.  this is no small feat for this girl who's been a nail biter all her life.  fuscia nail polish, oh yes.  might as well flaunt 'em while i got 'em.  no?

'aminata' charcoal and white pastel

and more sketching.  this is charcoal and white pastel on pastel paper.  no likey the pastel patel.  too much 'tooth'.  not crazy about all the texture it leaves behind. 
lately i've been experimenting with new colour palettes for my portraits and skin tones.  and practicing with blocking in colour before starting a piece..   burnt umbers, yellow ochres, raw sienna, white, with some veridian, with different mixtures of each.... a more naturalistic palette.  more muted yet made vibrant with lighter tones added to the mix.  nice.  can't wait to start using these, new to me colours. 

happy friday!  and happy weekend everyone. xo

Thursday, August 23, 2012

to be light and frolicsome

 summer is definitely not my best season for creating.  i find i get lazy and just want to enjoy being outside, enjoying the weather, smelling the flowers, putzing around,  reading books, collecting art supplies, moving furniture around, making plans, and lists, and plotting new adventures for the year to come.  it's a time for me to let my ideas emerge, and ferment.  and let me tell you , there some serious 'fementation' going on here.   2013 is going to be an exciting year for me creatively and professionally... when you just know in your bones, right from the core of you, that's it's going to be good....    i especially feel it when i'm alone, and the house is quiet and i get these nudges of goodness to come that sends my stomach fluttering with excitement.  f'n crazy.  i know, right?  i do have a 6th sense.  i tend to see right to the heart of things and of people.  and have had many a 'prophetic' dream...  i'm a little bit psychic.  really.

journal page in my moleskine... prepped and ready for spilling my thoughts

another prepped and ready page in my moleskine.  journal prompts that called to me


journal page in my moleskine
playing with bees wax


playing in photoshop
altering one of my sketches
and generally, spending the summer being light and frolicsome...... afraid of nothing as though i had wings.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

the lonely poet

i found myself sitting at my desk feeling compelled to draw and paint this emo piece. 
searching for the right notes.
waiting for the song to come.


Thursday, August 2, 2012

mystery artist

i found this picture on google.  but i haven't been able to find the name of the artist who originally created it.  do you know who the artist of this piece is? 



well, i love it so much, i painted my own version of it.
9" x 12"; acrylics; oil bars; on 140 lbs watercolour paper