tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65114241800171750782012-01-26T17:23:38.136-06:00Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03364960377582088174noreply@blogger.comBlogger2251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511424180017175078.post-39722581753884240422012-01-24T09:52:00.004-06:002012-01-24T16:56:58.920-06:00

As some may recall, approximately a year ago me and mine started playing Dungeons and Dragons. O the adventures we've had! We've saved entire towns from invasions of the undead, freed downtrodden slaves, discovered an Elven city that had been lost for 100 years, made friends with gnomes, dragonborns and tieflings, tamed a griffon, killed tonnes o' monsters, brought loads of baddies to justice,

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Since we got back from our holiday (which was fantastic, BTW!), we've been decompressing with quiet pursuits. Watching Big Bang Theory (the boys love this show! And no wonder...we find Sheldon very easy to relate to around here...), playing Minecraft, reading Lord of the Rings -y'know, nerd stuff. I have never approached the Christmas season less involved, less prepared or more relaxed. It has

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I am in a blisteringly good mood today. And why shouldn't I be? So much to look forward to. So much to be thankful for. It is 8 short days until our family trip to Florida. The i's have been dotted and the t's have been crossed. I've turned this trip all around in my hands to look at from every angle, dismantled and put it back together countless times, polishing every piece as I go -it should

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Hello my name is E, and I am a meandering avoider. (credit to Mr. C. H. for the term) And this poor blog has become yet another thing to avoid as I meander. Hallo Blog. I am sorry. It's not you. It's me. Seriously, you're great. I'm just not that into the whole self examination thing right now. Have you seen it outside? It's insanely beautiful. It's gorgeous. Best fall evah -a riot of colour,

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Long, lazy days. Busy being unbusy. Me & muh boys -swimming, gaming, reading, playing, arguing, talking, cooking, laughing. Another summer slips past. This one thoroughly golden -so much sunshine and yellow-haired boys with sun-bronzed skin, and blue, blue eyes. The boys have grown up so much. A good foot taller, with feet bigger than mine. E sometimes makes me tea in the mornings. L knows how

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There is nothing like sunshine and freedom to break through the grey. We are on our first week of summer vacation, and the weather is fine. Long hot days, blue skies, happy kids, and very few chores that can't wait until after -after swimming, after reading, after making something insanely yummy to eat, after a trip to the zoo or a walk in The Forest. The Forest is the place we go for Hobbit

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...sometimes you should keep talking anyway. 12cm x 12cm , mixed media on watercolour paper I've been depressed. I haven't wanted to admit it. Haven't wanted to look it in the face, much less talk about it. I've been hoping it would fade away if I ignored it, like the seasonal slump I get almost every year dissipates when the sun finally comes out again after the long winter. But the season

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How exactly did a leetle break become 2 months? Wow. The passage of time never fails to surprise me. We skipped spring here, and went directly to summer. Lawnmower drone, sunshine, bright skies, all encompassing green...not the tremulous, bursting green of Spring, but a sedate, self assured, expansive green -Summer green. It feels so good. I am grateful for every bit of warmth and ease. The ease

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A sad neglected blog, this. The blog owner just doesn't have much to say these days. I find I am as dull as the persistently grey sky outside, and willing myself to be creative has been about as effective as swimming through tar. No can do right now. I am on the ebb part of ebb and flow. So I am just going with it. Spring will come eventually, even here down in the Northern trenches of mud and

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~ I'll likely continue work on this journal page at some point. It could use more collage and paint, but for now I am done. Having a hard time getting my ass in gear today. I've wasted more time than I'd care to admit. I'm going to regret it later when all the undone things collapse onto my head, but I just can't seem to stick to anything. ADD-ish to the max. Only halfway here. Many things

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~ Enjoying my art journal right now. Simple, intuitive pages. Playing with colours and shapes. Taking a snapshot of how I feel in that moment. This page is clearly about the DH. 100% internal.  Circle upon circle upon circle, layers and layers of love and complexity reverberating into the void. My thoughts and prayers go out to Japan today.

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~ Yesterday we had external. How about inside looking outward today? I am really digging the texture in the "frame" on this one.

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~ The ass end of winter, if you'll pardon my colourful terminology. That's where we are at. Still cold. Bloody, mofo, chill you to the bone cold. Bedraggled banks of snow, covered in dirt and sand, embedded with pieces of garbage that blew away on 4 months worth of recycling days. 5 foot tall banks of dirty snow lining every road, higher than that in some places...6 foot, seven foot, taller than

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So much for my food blogging, eh? It came down to a choice between being fully present in the moment, or taking time out to document the moment as it passed. I opted for just being there. I am full of things to say. Things about love and humanity. Things about the deep good it does those of us who view ourselves as strong and able, to take the time to care for those who may not be. I want to

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I have exactly 38 minutes to write this post and catch up on as much of blogland as I can. ("Make haste! Make haste!" as Mr. Collins would say when his noble patroness was not to be kept waiting.) The Party The Party was wonderful. The calvary arrived on Friday night in the form of 3 of my sisters, 2 to help mightily with the party prep and one, the DQ, to be full of love and enthusiasm and

Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03364960377582088174noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511424180017175078.post-87735914089407163472011-02-16T09:09:00.000-06:002011-02-16T09:09:21.713-06:00

Yesterday I worked for 7+ hours (in between my usual running the boys back & forth to school etc.), with this song running through my head... ...over & over in a loop. The boys' 11th birthday is coming up on Saturday, and I was making Super Mario Bros wall decor for the party room downstairs. It took about 3 times as long as I reckoned it would (me & time, I tell ya. Like strangers in the

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~ When I was little we didn't keep any of the conventional Anglo-Christian holidays, and looking from the outside in, Valentine's Day seemed quite lovely. A day to tell people that you loved them? Nice. I spent long hours imagining the beribboned and befrilled cards I would have made for all my friends, if only I was allowed, and accepted their cards with sorrowful pleasure and a large measure

Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03364960377582088174noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511424180017175078.post-658021869698752112011-02-08T12:12:00.001-06:002011-02-08T12:31:46.408-06:00

From eager beginnings collage, a couple layers of acrylic to begin to build the colours, and starting to add texture with heavy gel An idea. Composition laid out, colours planned. I know what I want from this painting. The mood I am trying to evoke, what I want it to say. This is where I am all enthusiasm. Creativity pulsing, paint flowing! Fearless! Inspired. To the jumping off point More

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...and learning to accept it. That's the great thing about getting older. I am perhaps a little wiser and am definitely more patient than when I was younger, but essentially I am the same chubby-kneed little girl, feeling awkward with every self conscious, over-analyzed breath. I think maybe that's just the way it is for us who fall on the hyper self aware, and excruciatingly sensitive side of

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Remember this more than a year ago? A canvas begun from 2 rusty screws found by my sons. And here again, sitting on my desk in progress this past summer. I have worked on this small canvas off and on for so long. I had a clear idea of how I wanted it to feel, but no clear picture of how I wanted it to look, and the objects themselves, those two nails, took on a larger and larger mythology in

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~ Journaling some composition and colour ideas for a canvas I am working on. Composition I am pleased with, but the colour will be richer and full of layers and history....hopefully. I am really enjoying the process, fitting the pieces together like a puzzle to be solved.

Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03364960377582088174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511424180017175078.post-62248054835842008082011-01-21T08:07:00.003-06:002011-01-21T08:20:48.042-06:00

~ Yesterday I noticed a plump little chickadee landing on my deck railing. I felt sorry for the little guy. It was around -34C out there and the snow caught on the railing top came over his head, and I thought of how hard it must be for all the tiny creatures who live around here to weather these harsh conditions.Then I noticed that he was bathing in the snow. Wriggling and dancing, preening his

Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03364960377582088174noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511424180017175078.post-80376958338461505342011-01-19T12:39:00.003-06:002011-01-19T12:50:58.165-06:00

~ More on the external vs internal imagery. I used my underpainting to do some monoprinting as I went, and I really like seeing both together. The internal workings obscured and then revealed, like the selves we present to the world as opposed to how we feel it from the inside, or all the cold & snow I see outside as opposed to the bright vistas in my mind's eye. (and yes, you can see cold. If

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Most of the time I am most interested in painting and am greatly influenced by internal imagery, rather than the externals that surround me. Let's face facts, I don't live in the most visually inspiring place...the suburbs of what is by and large a utilitarian, unattractive city. In the summer it is green but grimy, and in the winter it is like landing on the moon, it can be so harsh that it

Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03364960377582088174noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511424180017175078.post-24337239028898738652011-01-14T13:24:00.002-06:002011-01-14T21:45:28.571-06:00

Doesn't the busty chick on the front mean that girls are most ESPECIALLY supposed to play? At least that's how I'm interpreting it. During the winters here in the Great White North, the temperatures sometimes plunge to dangerous lows and the kids can't go outside to play for days or weeks. At school they have what are affectionately referred to as inside recesses (referred to affectionately

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~ Because it isn't always crimson, pink and sparkly mauve...and I wouldn't want it to be. A detail from an art journal page, part of the Sister Journals which are still slowly making their way between my sisters and I.  I am just starting to get warmed up again after my long pre & post holiday break. *cracks knuckles and heads back to art desk*

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Well, I'm back. I feel like Lucy returning through the wardrobe or Alice crawling out of the rabbit hole. A little dazed, with a faint sense of unreality. You see, I don't think this long to do list, 8 loads of laundry, 3 filthy bathrooms and weighty, gulping, "oh no, how will I get it all done today?" sensation in my throat is my real life...I think that other is the more substantial, the more

Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03364960377582088174noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511424180017175078.post-10813484573068090682010-12-31T17:36:00.005-06:002010-12-31T21:59:42.929-06:00

Another year, another batch of notches on my reading bed post. I have got to say that it wasn't my most prolific fiction reading year ever, mostly because this was the year that I discovered the joy of a little melatonin at bedtime, curtailing the frequent insomnia that has historically propelled me through page after weary, manic page in record time. I am now getting sleep (yay!) which means

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Can you believe it? Only five. We are almost ready. Every day the Christmas to do list gets a little shorter. It is almost time to just relax and enjoy the season. I can't wait. I hope all of you are well and warm, and ready to enjoy your holidays too. Much love from me to you. I really appreciate every single one of you who stop by my blog, and everyone who takes the time to comment. Thank you.

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One of the boys had Very Specific Ideas about what kind of cookie he wanted for Christmas this year. The round kind. The white ones, that taste like butter. They have green and red bits in the middle. They have vanilla and sugar in them. You know, those ones. So we looked through pictures of cookies online (what did people do before Google? I can't even remember) until he found just the ones he

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So last night the DH and I snuggled on the couch and watched 30 Rock and The Office, while the boys drew comic books. (this is their PASSION right now. They are each averaging 2-3 3 page comics a day! The subject matter is widely varied, but always humorous, often violent and just a leetle twisted. Very amusing stuff.) It was nice to just sit together quietly after another action packed day. On

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The proof, it seems, is in the blogging. Yesterday was a relaxing day. The DH is having a bad time of it, so plans were chucked and we stayed at home and it became a peaceful, slow paced day of odds and ends...a little financial stuff, a little laundry, a little playing outside in the snow, some D&D character building with the boys (NERD ALERT: more on this later!), some episodes of Firefly with

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Heart heavy. Spirit buoyant. This would be my current status. I have worries that aren't going anywhere. I have a 50 pound stone in the centre of my chest and I feel it with every breath and movement. One son is having a tough time again. OCD stuff going crazy. Washing his hands until they are raw, minutely inspecting each object he handles for signs of contamination, getting angry and taking

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The hardest part about a big event for me is getting back to the old grind afterwards. Do I want to take down the Harry Potter decorations and clean my house? To get caught up on all the phone calls and errands that were missed last week? Hell no. But I do want to get ready for Christmas (I almost have my shopping done! Huzzah for amazon, thinkgeek and lego.com!), and I want to get back to

Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03364960377582088174noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511424180017175078.post-49129577348772960242010-11-22T16:09:00.002-06:002010-11-22T19:32:31.757-06:00

Dobby lives!!! Life sized papier mache, with sock, greeting guests at the front door. Myrtle, acrylic on plexiglass, lurking in the downstairs loo. Our family's Weasley clock. The potions bar for the underage wizards getting set up. Pomona Sprout's fruit & veggie platter in progress and the beginnings of the grown up potions bar. Almost ready for the feast. Mandrakes ready

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Look what came in the mail! It is collage box #2 from the collaboration organized by Franca Maria at LaWendula. I took: And I added: My collage will be forthcoming, but not soon. So many projects in the works right now, and next week everything comes to a grinding halt as I dig in to the serious prep for the Harry Potter party (or should that be Sirius prep? A ha ha. Potter nerd jokes...

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~ I am pretty well completely satisfied with this one, and how often do I say that? (have I ever said that?) Way down in Texture Town we are learning to do these wonderful, magical things with heavy matte gel to create deep texture and interest and history. And there are my unbusy bees, because of course, I am chasing time again. All I want to do is paint. Supper? (how about a yogurt and some

Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03364960377582088174noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511424180017175078.post-54436100048914328142010-11-08T21:46:00.000-06:002010-11-08T21:46:19.204-06:00

This painting required some percolation. I had to sit with it for a few days, to really get to know it. Now I am ready to call it finished. Still no name though. When I look at it I think of depths and dark ocean. It's a little mysterious to me still, this one. The undulating shapes felt very organic when I was painting it, and the texture (courtesy of Texture Town!) like some strange, forgotten

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Tomorrow is Friday already. Are you kidding me? And a whole week since I've blogged? Srsly. This week has flown by. Laundry, phone calls, homework, a sick kid, a kid with a broken tooth, more homework (so much homework this week! Don't the teachers realize they are actually just punishing the parents!), more laundry, a travellin' husband, a sick husband (both the same husband incidentally,

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I knew that if there was anything that was going to get me back at my art desk it was a class by Julie and Chris. And boy, was I right! Inspiring, challenging and just chock full of techniques that are directly applicable to the artworks I do and want to do...I am back on the painting wagon. Painting my little heart out just trying to keep up with the assignments, and bursting with ideas for what

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 I am taking part in a workshop generously offered for free by Tamara Laporte (AKA Willowing) called The Heart of Art. I am not much into whimsical and girly, and generally prefer abstract to figurative when I do art, but I like Tam very much as a person and a teacher, and it's good for me to do something completely different now and then. I have been having loads of fun with it. Maybe because 

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This was the first year that the boys were able to carve their own pumpkins ALL BY THEMSELVES. I was a little nervous when handing over the carving saws, but no one is missing any fingers and a great time was had by all. Marvelous pumpkin stencils courtesy of zombiepumpkins.com.

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Practicing more texture techniques for Texture Town. This time playing with colours. Isn't it tactile, salivary, delicious, delicious goodness? And almost as old and rough, dingy and banged up as I feel myself this week. Long week. Sick kids, sick husband, a million appointments, too much to do and everyone is exhausted, but the weekend is just around the corner...we're. almost. there. And

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Practicing "implied texture" for Texture Town with Julie Prichard and Chris Cozen. This class is promising to be one of their best (of course, don't I say that every time?).

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Looking around me with my "art eyes" on this morning.  Thinking about texture for my Texture Town course.

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~ Today's art journal page. I've been watching a lot of Dr. Who lately, and I think that's seeping through... Today I was painting, (outside...a garage door...not this) and I was suddenly struck by a fearful longing. I wanted to paint! Not the garage door...but really paint, on canvas or paper, with many colours, and to create a piece of art. I could have cried. I could have sat right down in

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No art. It has been drier than Tatooine around here for art lately. (10 points if you got the Star Wars reference) I am not blocked per se, but I do think that moving shop has messed up all the good habits I had constructed to support myself in regularly making art, and since all the crafting has been satisfying the creative itch I have had no motivation to form new habits yet. BUT I have signed/

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There is nothing I like better than the act of making something out of nothing (well, sex...I like sex better, but this is a close second). One minute you have a recycle bin and some craft paint and the next, presto, chango, a whole entirely new something. It's a great feeling. I am in love with that feeling! That craft MacGuyver, I can make  something amazing out of a bottle cap and some Elmer's

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I am notoriously hard on myself. Ask anyone who really knows me, and for better and for worse  it is one of my defining characteristics. There are advantages to this. I don't know where I would be without a deeply ingrained drive to do better, to be a better mom, wife , sister, daughter, to not let myself off the hook for crummy behaviour or shoddy work, to keep growing and letting the expansive

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~ For "The Butterfly Effect". As I worked all I could think of was the effect on the world of the absence of those 1.5 million children, and everything they could have become. All of that potential creativity, love, discovery, energy...lost. I almost can't wrap my head around the scope of it (and I certainly can't wrap my heart around it), but it is so important for us to remember, more so with

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#1 Trudi Sissons at Two Dresses Studio (found via Seth Apter's blog) is collecting butterflies for "The Butterfly Project" hosted by the Holocaust Museum Houston Texas, USA. The idea is to collect 1.5 million handmade butterflies, each in remembrance of one child who perished in the holocaust. The project is described in full here. My butterfly is in the works, and E & L will be making

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From my little altered book WIP called "Impulse": I don't know exactly where I am going with this book, as a matter of fact I don't now where I am going at all...and that's kind of the point -impulse driven, completely intuitive, no expectations, no rules. All I know is that I want it to be rich and strange, rough-edged and real. I can't do pretty right now. I want gritty, dirty, messy and

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So this afternoon found me making cupcakes...again. 3 weeks ago I was making 200+ cupcakes for my 2nd youngest sister's wedding (with the help of the lovely and talented Elizabeth), and the experience concluded with me pleased and proud, covered from head to toe in icing sugar and completely, 100% cupcaked OUT. Still, here I am today making 5 dozen for the boys to sell at our neighbourhood

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So I've been sitting here with hands poised over keyboard for several minutes...coming back after a considerable break I feel like I should be saying something...you know, something pithy, heartfelt, amusing. Hmmmm... But me no write so good today. Me no think so good today. I am one housebound, sleep deprived mommy, and I can hear the wheels creaking reluctantly in my own brain as I try to

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Tin can robots I can't believe it's been a month since I posted! WTF?! Summer is flying by! Bad netiquette though, I should have put up a "gone fishin'" or "out for lunch" sign (or maybe out to lunch...), but I really had no intention of being "away" it just happened. Cupcakes for the DH's poker themed b-day  I have been summering with muh boys, and the hours just seem to leap off the

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It is summer. I am ecstatically happy that it is summer. The warm, the sunny, but most of all the boys home 24/7, the togetherness...so good. We have knocked 19 things off our summer list, with a handful more to be accomplished this weekend. Today they have a friend over, hence the free time to blog.We are getting a new desktop. I have been researching hardware, getting deeply invested in

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So much going on right now. Good things mostly. But I am having trouble moving my tasks and projects to completion, and each time I do cross something off my to do list, I turn around and add 3 new items. Such is life though, and mostly this juggling incompleteness doesn't phase me (ADHD has some advantages!).But in order to be unbusy with my boys (this afternoon= homemade lollipops #47 on our

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It is Buried Treasure time once again, as imagined and hosted by the illimitable Seth Apter. Being in my second year of blogging, I didn't have too far to dig. Still, it was fun to do some looking back. This was the repost that was calling my name, a portion of a post from spring 2009. I chose this one because I often need the reminder just to "sing", not to get bogged down in ego and

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Yesterday as I was finishing up #29 I was suddenly flooded with profound ennui. Done. I felt sooooo completely and utterly done with this challenge...on freakin' day number 29!!! I just had to laugh at myself. I am that way. I buck at bonds and bristle at obligations, even if they are of my own making. I have a love/hate relationship with rules. I love peace and order, consistency and the comfort

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~#29 And old school mixed media art journal page with a little bit of everything...collage, transfer, paint, glaze, ink, charcoal, pastel...you name it, it's on there.

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~#28 Today is the day that we knocked off #41 on our Summer List, paint with spray paint. We set up a table outside on the grass and went to town. I remembered why I don't like spray paint (stinky, chemical-y, yuck) and why I do (so much fun to make subtle layers, so many interesting effects). This piece is actually silver, navy and white, but it photographed a lovely sort of turquoise? Not

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~Artwork by Craig Rousseau courtesy of Hey Oscar WildeI just got the following email from the HP Alliance: My friends, The Harry Potter Alliance is in serious danger of losing its first place position in the Chase Community Giving contest on Facebook. There is less than 1 day, and 10 hours left in the contest, and the 2nd place charity is currently gaining 1,000 new votes per hour! At this rate

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~#27 As the 30 days draws to a close I am thinking about what I have discovered, and where I want to go next.

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~#26 Exploring colour in the sister journal (or in the case of the picture above, the absence thereof). Thinking about my personal relationship to colours and their symbology for me. Even though I was thinking solely on a personal level, there is a universality to colour...yellow with warmth and sunshine, blue for water, for hope etc. I find it interesting that certain of us are strongly drawn

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~#25 Done bit by bit in between activities with the boys. This was our first day on our summer schedule. And although "summer schedule" sounds like an oxymoron, it isn't for two boys who can only truly relax when they know what is coming next. So I am on the clock, but happily so. It's not such a bad thing when your schedule says stuff like "3:00 --go swimming" and "7:00 --play poker for candy

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~#24 A character from East of Eden, which is still tumbling around in my head even though I am 2 books past it now. I don't do this kind of painting very much and I am very clumsy at it, but it was fun. I didn't quite get quite what I wanted. I was too constrained. I wanted the proportions to be more loose and distorted and the brush strokes to be rougher, quicker, less defined. I might do some

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~#23 Squeezed in a very quick journal page. There is something I like about it very much. Maybe I will try to refine it into something canvas-worthy.What a busy couple of days! But an unbusy busy, because so much of it was by choice...the cupcakes, the Star Wars concert, the handmade gifts, cards and tags all my/our choice, and that's the kind of busy I can get behind. Especially when it is the

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~#22 The picture in the blog post below was from my favourite day of the summer 2 years ago. It was one of those rare and truly magical days. One of those days I will hug myself remembering when I am very old.2 more days of school + 1 talent show & 1 party + 75 cupcakes + 4 Star Wars in Concert tickets may equal no time for art in the next couple of days, but I will try...

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55 Things to do this summer:(as written by my sons) 1. Go to see Grandma & Grampa 2. Go to the reptile farm 3. Go to the zoo 4. go to the museum & watch all the silent films 5. go see a movie 6. go to the planetarium 7. stay up late and look at stars 8. have a picnic 9. go to the science centre 10. learn to play catch (with ball & glove) 11. make a stop motion film 12. have friends

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~#21 The quote on the journal page is from East of Eden."There's more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty. The storytellers at the gate twist life so that it looks sweet to the lazy and the stupid and the weak, and this only strengthens their infirmities and teaches nothing, cures nothing, nor does it let the heart soar."The teacher journals:4 more days of school and then summer

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~ #20 Not the best photo, but time is scarce today. Been thinking about various troubles, not necessarily my own, and about how life isn't meant to be easy and how no one's life is without its own particular set of complications. And about the foma (harmless untruths) we use to comfort and distract ourselves.And Deb, if you are reading, that above there, is voluntary pink! Lookee thar, personal

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~#19 One last teacher journal cover, so fresh the polymer medium is still wet and I'm off to finish assembling the journals.7 more school days after today.

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~#18 Another teacher journal cover. We asked for the teachers' favourite colours to make the books more personalized...and of course, PINK. I am trying to be at one with the pink, added some touches of yellow, dialed it up to a deeper magenta-pink, used my newly and best beloved circles. Still...yikes, it's pink!The journal making is going well. The first one, while not perfect, is pretty dang

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~#18 The boys' teachers have sure worked hard this year, and I want to give them something as an end of year gift that feels special and heartfelt, that expresses our gratitude for the extra work that we know our boys require...and to me nothing would say this better than something handmade. I have made journals as gifts before, cute little coptic bound dealies, but wanted to try something new

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~#17 Another colour exploration in the sister journals. This time my favourite paint colour, Quinacridone Nickel Azo Gold. I got turned onto this when I picked it up as a supply for Julie Prichard's Layer Love class. It was love at first squeeze. (hmm, that sounds dirtier than I'd intended...but the alternative is "love at first stroke". Worse I think, eh?) I love the way it transforms other

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~#16 This one's from the sister journals. An exploration in colour.I didn't used to like yellow much. It rated just beneath pink and orange on the scale of colours I did not like. But for a long time now it has snuck into nearly every single artwork I do, and I finally realized (because I am a little slow on the uptake) that if I am reaching for yellow in various incarnations, so very often, I

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~#15 A reminder that I don't have to over-complicate everything. Not in art. Not in life.We are 13 school days away from summer break. F.R.E.E.D.O.M. It is so close. You can almost taste it, right? It's in the air. A palpable entity. Hanging thickly like humidity, but breathable, expansive -full of breezes and bird-wings and warm, long days.

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~#14 It is an odd sensation for me, to have no words, being as verbose as I usually am. But for the last several days, every time I try to speak or write something with any meaning in it, it comes out stilted and flatly mundane...like a monosyllabic pancake, like white rice and cauliflower on a white plate for dinner. I am oratory drabsville...I got nuthin', no words.Inside though, are a

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Remember that wire canvas from awhile ago? I have made some progress on it, but it is still very much a WIP. Some things are emerging that I really like, but as a whole it is not what I need it to be. This one has been like a puzzle to me, a puzzle I can't quite figure out.And with #13 I am pressing the pause button on my challenge for a few days. I have an old and bestest friend coming to visit,

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~ #12 Still processing the circles as a symbol for connectedness. This is another one for the watercolour moleskines sister project. This is my sister Elizabeth's book, with a theme of dreams.My family came to keep me & the boys company over the weekend while the DH is away. The Dancing Queen was thrilled that my bed, sans one husband, meant room for her. It was piercingly sweet to feel her hand

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~#11 The DH is away on business. He is in the Bahamas...I know, sounds rough, right? But it is actually kind of rough on him. He hasn't been well. His best friend from work is very ill, dying of Lou Gehrig's disease, and the DH is feeling his absence keenly. The pressure at work is enormous right now as the company goes through some major changes, and this conference is a big, big deal. He has an

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#10 I dreamed I was painting. A brown background, not too dark, not too rich, neutral but varied and deep and glossy, like layers caught in glass. It felt really good to be painting. On top of my background, I put daubs of fleshy pink, loose and formless, but again almost translucent, light-filled. A very alive, lithe pink but delicate like you would imagine the inside of a womb to be. I was very

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~#9 A doodle from my moleskine, done as I waited for a ride after a dreaded gyno appointment. Yup, ouch. The doctor marveled at my "exceptionally high pain threshhold". Um, no. It bloody hurt. Just didn't see the point in crying out. But, I guess I appreciated the compliment. I'd rather have a high pain threshold than a low one, because as the Man in Black said, "Life is pain, Highness. Anyone

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~#8 My anxiety is hard to manage right now, and it seeps through into my dreams.Made with: acrylic and ink, 16"x5" in a Moleskine watercolour notebook

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#7 Old and very beloved friends that we haven't seen in many years are coming for the weekend. Friendship which connects like a circle, not a line (drawn from self to self). A circle that goes round and round from self to self to self, reinventing, replenishing, inspiring, accepting. Existing as a world unto itself, independent of time and space, distance, circumstance, age, flaws,

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~#6 The last few days I keep coming up against brick walls and dead ends, or am tangled up in red tape...waiting. Nothing works smoothly. The system is broken. Medical system, school system, food production and consumption system...all broken. We all know it. We all keep slogging along trying not to let the inadequacies and idiocy drive us mad. The better ways are often so clear, but usually so

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~#5 What is truth anyway? *shrugs and heads back to art desk*Made with: 9"x7" canvas board, transfers, acrylics, book pages, mulberry paper, graphite and ink for Julie Prichard and Chris Cozen's Complex Collage class

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~#4 The interesting thing about making really quick, intuitive pages is the surprise of what emerges. Why an open hand on an insomnia page?Maybe because you can't grab at sleep. The more you reach for it the faster and farther it runs. Therefore an open hand could mean submission, openness, relaxation, an invitation...letting sleep creep up to you like a small, furtive animal and sniff your

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~#3 I am lucky enough to have interesting friends. Friends who read and think and share and create. Friends who have "art eyes". Friends whose stories and insights can catch in my brain, like seeds on the wind, and sometimes take root.Made with: a pan pastel underpainting, acrylics and collage

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~#2 In the last 2 days I have seen 2 news stories that have brought my mental processes to a grinding halt. The level of violence and suffering just does not compute. What goes wrong in a person's brain that can allow them to perpetrate such acts?Made with: acrylics, book pages & inks

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I've been artistically slumpy for awhile now ("slumpy" not a real word? It should be). My output has dwindled, and the inspiration just isn't flowing the way I like it to flow. I also feel muddled as to which directions and styles are calling my name, which ones already truly belong to me and where I want to be heading...or maybe I don't want to be heading anywhere at all, just sheer intuition

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~Mum's day cards and loot, and an art journal page with the new supplies. This morning has been so relaxing and so sweet. A wake up call with tea and smiling faces and presents all furled up in many layers of carefully taped tissue paper. A pancake breakfast made by the DH, with two cheerful helpers. Time to do art together, and later time for games and a walk. Feeling very lucky and cherished,

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~

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It is what it is. Or better yet, "so it goes". Accepting what we cannot change. Letting the inevitable highs and lows, swirls and eddies flow over us and on. Learning to be at peace with what is.The alternative: beating bloody fists against the unmovable wall of circumstance, and time and chance. Spending energy and anger grasping at illusions. Frustration.I know my preferred path, obviously. I

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I have actually been making some art! And after a month long dry spell, yesterday was a particularly productive day.I've been working on the latest round of the sister journals (a project with two of my sisters where we exchange moleskines on a monthly basis, choosing a different theme per round). It's tough to share about here though, because it's all very hush, hush, each of us wanting the

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~For First O' Many

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Just finished reading Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel again (rereads FTW!). It is, as I remembered it, not a great read by any means (I just want to smack Pedro, ugh!), and way too romance novel-esque for my usual tastes. So what brought me back for another read? The food. The beauty of this book is the enticing way that food is entwined with the story (this is translated very well in

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~I am at a long time low for time spent on the computer. Current mood, interests and some browser functionality troubles making it a less engaging draw than usual. This is mostly a very good thing, not being so tied to the screen feels liberating, but it sure makes it hard to keep up. When I do check in I am a little overwhelmed. There's no keeping up with twitter, that's for sure. You're either

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