I found these today at a junk store, a whole box full. I am looking for the thread as it happens, sometimes I drop stitches.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Sunday, November 28, 2004
small floral
cloudy sunday
little russian dolls on the window sill
she patters down the hall,
my soul opening catches on my throat,
aperature too bright to be seen writing
shut down the f stops
she resumes her spot in the other room
little russian dolls havn't moved a muscel
lacy curtain
timeless cloud and street
antique car sounds
she coughting in the next room
my father's voice and me
"spit it out, spit it out, get it up, and spit it out"
little russian dolls on the window sill
she patters down the hall,
my soul opening catches on my throat,
aperature too bright to be seen writing
shut down the f stops
she resumes her spot in the other room
little russian dolls havn't moved a muscel
lacy curtain
timeless cloud and street
antique car sounds
she coughting in the next room
my father's voice and me
"spit it out, spit it out, get it up, and spit it out"
Friday, November 26, 2004
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Buddha's Parable
Here is my illustration for Penelope's Illustration Friday, it was posted previously but disappeared, hmmh to cling or not to cling that is the Buddhist Question. The parable can be found also somewhere on this site.....
The Felt Square Project
http://www.vandavilela.no.sapo.pt sorry this is the correct address for the felt square project...
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
crash test spelling
I heard that in computer language if you write in all caps you are yelling, is it true?
I would like to take this opportunity to appologize to webster, and all the rest I AM SO SO SORRY I CAN NOT SPELL I AM SORRY I APOLOGIZE , thank you
I would like to take this opportunity to appologize to webster, and all the rest I AM SO SO SORRY I CAN NOT SPELL I AM SORRY I APOLOGIZE , thank you
Illustration Friday,Cling, Budha's Parable
more illos on friday at www.penelopeillustration.com/journal
here's mine it's been a long week and it is only Wednesday, I am participating in cold and flu season, reluctantly, i think that the rest of the week i will hide in bed and contemplate, or perhaps eat a ripe strawberry.....
this basis of this is borrowed from the telling by Paul Reps in his book
Zen Flesh, Zen Bones, and retold by me, I twicked the sex of the protagonist the place and time,
Buddha told a parable in a sutra
A girl traveling across a parking lot encountered a tiger. She fled. The tiger after her. Coming to a precipice she caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung herself over the edge. The tiger sniffed at her from above. Trembling, the girl looked down to where far below another tiger was waiting to eat her, only the vine sustained her.
Two mice, one white and one black( or was it one black and white mouse)little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The girl saw a luscious strawberry near her. Grasping the vine with one hand, she plucked the strawberry with the other.
How sweet it tasted!!!!!
here's mine it's been a long week and it is only Wednesday, I am participating in cold and flu season, reluctantly, i think that the rest of the week i will hide in bed and contemplate, or perhaps eat a ripe strawberry.....
this basis of this is borrowed from the telling by Paul Reps in his book
Zen Flesh, Zen Bones, and retold by me, I twicked the sex of the protagonist the place and time,
Buddha told a parable in a sutra
A girl traveling across a parking lot encountered a tiger. She fled. The tiger after her. Coming to a precipice she caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung herself over the edge. The tiger sniffed at her from above. Trembling, the girl looked down to where far below another tiger was waiting to eat her, only the vine sustained her.
Two mice, one white and one black( or was it one black and white mouse)little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The girl saw a luscious strawberry near her. Grasping the vine with one hand, she plucked the strawberry with the other.
How sweet it tasted!!!!!
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
book of weeds
I am a collector of scraps, of bits and pieces, in that mad whirling dirvish way I have been creating books. I have made 3 others similar to this one. They are made from whats at hand, pulling here and pushing there, with little bits of drawing, fabric and oddments thrown into the mix. I will have them and other mad bits of delight (i hope) on sale at the annual Ontario College of Art and Design Book Arts Show. If you are in Toronto, I encourage you to come by. I have always found it to be a really inspirational and fun show. I have found many a delightful prezzies there, as things are for sale! It's on December 5th,at 100 McCaul Street, just behind the Art Gallery of Ontario, at Dundas and McCaul.
Monday, November 22, 2004
fire and ice
Yesterday I cleaned out the fridge. Got rid of old and rot. And went and bought fresh and promising. Last night I cooked, washed, skinned, boiled and baked, waited, watched and checked. We ate happily flesh from bone, red skinned potatoes. Me and both of you. I felt purpose and happiness as I let you fill your bellies as I filled mine with accumulated baking, slow cooking, eatten full of love and sleep and sweetness.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Music
Yesterday I bought a cd, of the English Beat, remember the ska band from yesteryear? It had me dancing and doing dishes in the kitchen, I literally closed my eyes and was transported back in time to a youth dance that I used to go to called "Start Dancing" I used to go almost every Friday night and I danced nonstop for hours maybe 5? At the end of the evening after my fast dance dish workout my legs ached a little and I wondered why, my brain thought this is the way you move to the beat but my legs had forgotten just a little bit.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
P.S. to Illustration Friday
You can click on this picture to make it bigger! Can anyone tell me how to put Penelopes address up so that one can simply click on it and the magic techno fairies will take you there automatic like? Here is the site via my clunky unsophisto-techno way, www.penelopeillustration.com/journal.html I ask you what's a not long ago ludite to do?
Illustration Friday: Regal
This is for Penelope's Illustration Friday, yes I know it's Thursday, but would you believe I did it on Monday; I enjoyed the theme "regal" so much.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
The Felt Square Project
a very nice project to participate in is by an artist from Portugal named Vanda Vilela to find out more check out these sites
http://flickr.com/groups/felt_square_project/
and
www.vandavilela.no.sapo.pt
http://flickr.com/groups/felt_square_project/
and
www.vandavilela.no.sapo.pt
Monday, November 15, 2004
Bertram
Bertram was made for www.loobylou.com a month of softies,
he is made with yellow felt, and he is accesorized with a very warm little turquoise mohair scarf, these northen climes get very cold. My little accesorized elephant Bertram, if you will, never Bert he is far too formal an elephant for that, thank you!
he is made with yellow felt, and he is accesorized with a very warm little turquoise mohair scarf, these northen climes get very cold. My little accesorized elephant Bertram, if you will, never Bert he is far too formal an elephant for that, thank you!
need
Isn't it need that conects us? that strange connective tissue between me and you. it is so important to be needed and to need. at some point one must depend on someone else, at some point, at birth, at death. sometimes being needed is difficult, the times i want to pretend i am some floating dust, but of course i am not, i am important connective tissue, the pulls and bends of this life, you lifting up, me shifting down, like a well oiled machine, maybe, a bucket of rust other times, whether we like it or not we are so much so joined at the hip. all in the same big bowl of soup, all connected all important connective tissue.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
mushrooms
Often I don't know what I am looking for. I do know what I like when I come across it. A certain nostalgia, colour combination or type of drawing. I like the hunt for the stuff the find the capture. I guess it goes way back, to our hunting and gathering past, and of course the stories that accompany the adventure, are sometimes the part that nourishes the most.
Friday, November 12, 2004
Shopping Vintage
This little 60's gal is gazing with fondness at the bygone era of the 50's. Inspired, and a part of the continually wonderful Illustration Friday, at Penelope
Illustration;
http://www.penelopeillustration.com/journal.html
Illustration;
http://www.penelopeillustration.com/journal.html
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Welcome Home
At home I realized all the dates had been jumbled
You see that sometimes happens with time zone changes
It also sometimes is true of rapid shifts in the temperature
of the day
That day I felt fine when I sat under a very tall tree
and lay on the ground
with the curve of my back
around the round in the earth
and my friend,
my best buddy,
who said,
'Hey can you feel it rotate'
and I said
'Friend, Welcome Home'
You see that sometimes happens with time zone changes
It also sometimes is true of rapid shifts in the temperature
of the day
That day I felt fine when I sat under a very tall tree
and lay on the ground
with the curve of my back
around the round in the earth
and my friend,
my best buddy,
who said,
'Hey can you feel it rotate'
and I said
'Friend, Welcome Home'
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
vintage suitcase, vintage picture
Thinking vintage. This is a photo taken by a wonderful film maker named John Porter. It is me at Cafe May, circa 1988. Inside my suitcase, are little chairs that I made, one per day, to be the audience for the S8 film that I made, to be projected on the painting that I painted. Very multi-media eh? Me and my dear suitcase have been around a long time together. It is even more vintage than myself, I think suitcase was born in the 1950's.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
hungary?
can we talk borsht?
beets so fine
purple red
invades your urine stream even
last night i made a pot
bionic borsht with the beet greens
red cabbage
carried away by the scent of caraway
chopped carrots
onion
a little soy in the broth
vinegar for vim and vigor
and after it makes
some honey
a tonic for what ails you
don't be ascared of the colour by friends
it's a medicine
a witches brew
and yes dears did i mention,
it is good for you?
beets so fine
purple red
invades your urine stream even
last night i made a pot
bionic borsht with the beet greens
red cabbage
carried away by the scent of caraway
chopped carrots
onion
a little soy in the broth
vinegar for vim and vigor
and after it makes
some honey
a tonic for what ails you
don't be ascared of the colour by friends
it's a medicine
a witches brew
and yes dears did i mention,
it is good for you?
Sunday, November 07, 2004
small press book fair
i like to open my suitcase in public, when i do nice things happen.
i am a rock person, according to native beliefs everything is alive, the rock people are the oldest living beings on earth, to hold a rock is to ground you, you are holding an ancient piece of the earth something that goes back a long long time.
at the small press book fair yesterday i had a bunch of rocks that i had harvested from the beach, i often have rocks in my pockets as touchstones, i believe they work in grounding me. I like to roll them in my hands something like a rosary i suppose or worry beads, i work the stone into my hand and i am so soothed, i thought the addition of words would add another element some of the rocks i sold had just images others images and words, i worked on one at the show that said "staY' it had the image of a chair and the moon, i will show it soon, what i found the image word thing did was to create another level of affirmation self talk, it was nice. please steal this idea, get rocks, draw, paint, something of relevance to you and then varnish, give them away or keep them or leave them to be refound with your additional words or images, see how it feels to roll a rock in your hand painted or plain.
i am a rock person, according to native beliefs everything is alive, the rock people are the oldest living beings on earth, to hold a rock is to ground you, you are holding an ancient piece of the earth something that goes back a long long time.
at the small press book fair yesterday i had a bunch of rocks that i had harvested from the beach, i often have rocks in my pockets as touchstones, i believe they work in grounding me. I like to roll them in my hands something like a rosary i suppose or worry beads, i work the stone into my hand and i am so soothed, i thought the addition of words would add another element some of the rocks i sold had just images others images and words, i worked on one at the show that said "staY' it had the image of a chair and the moon, i will show it soon, what i found the image word thing did was to create another level of affirmation self talk, it was nice. please steal this idea, get rocks, draw, paint, something of relevance to you and then varnish, give them away or keep them or leave them to be refound with your additional words or images, see how it feels to roll a rock in your hand painted or plain.
Friday, November 05, 2004
Search {for illustration friday}
Check out the site that inspired this illustration:ttp://www.penelopeillustration.com (look under journal )
search
as a little girl i had a flashlight
it ran on pure frenetic energy
i ran to pick it up and it glowed
it taught me to watch my heart
illuminating me, inside, out
search
as a little girl i had a flashlight
it ran on pure frenetic energy
i ran to pick it up and it glowed
it taught me to watch my heart
illuminating me, inside, out
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Overload
sometimes there is too much newness, sometimes everything goes just a tiny bit too fast. What to do. count to 10. Breathe. let it rip away from small children, the elderly and anyone else, make soup, chopping things into small bits, admit it,confront it,
say 'this too muchness sucks i am afraid i want i hope i am nervous, let it rain, feel the flood,release
say 'this too muchness sucks i am afraid i want i hope i am nervous, let it rain, feel the flood,release
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Close to Home
we stayed close to home
the day moon laughed,
out loud
we stared in disbelief
then
the realtor Gweenie called,
she looked
at me with scorn,
saying,
you can't be serious...
about
living in an acorn
i said it's true
we are happy not blue
we wouldn't sell our wee nut
not for a mansion
nor a hut
we stayed close to home
we didn't roam
did use the phone
ordered some eggnog
and a piece of pepper corn
the moon giggled
our cat had a fit. HA HA HA
i took some scissors. i started to snip
a patch of sky around the moon
of a peaceable noon
the tv blared
we ate toast
said farewell Gweenie and became our own host
(bye,bye)
03/05/02
the day moon laughed,
out loud
we stared in disbelief
then
the realtor Gweenie called,
she looked
at me with scorn,
saying,
you can't be serious...
about
living in an acorn
i said it's true
we are happy not blue
we wouldn't sell our wee nut
not for a mansion
nor a hut
we stayed close to home
we didn't roam
did use the phone
ordered some eggnog
and a piece of pepper corn
the moon giggled
our cat had a fit. HA HA HA
i took some scissors. i started to snip
a patch of sky around the moon
of a peaceable noon
the tv blared
we ate toast
said farewell Gweenie and became our own host
(bye,bye)
03/05/02
Monday, November 01, 2004
sitting
The wind rustles the leaves. Outdoors feels foreign for sitting and writing. A bug on my notebook, leaves flirting so nicely with me. Catch one. Keep one. I am noticing that if I slow, if I wait I can acclimatise to a space. The not perfect spot becomes the right place.
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