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for illo friday ... {the blues}

As in having the blues , as in self-explanatory, I hope. Some things that feel suspiciously like weight, things that I keep being subjected to, either directly or through relentless commentary, things that people/media/authorities continue to suggest are noteworthy or enjoyable or even important, but I just can't stand to hear about anymore, because I don't care (or never did) ... • Second Life • Little Mosque on the Prairie • General Musharraf • Princess Diana • Paul McCartney • Diana Krall • Margaret Atwood • Toronto Maple Leafs • Vinyl Cafe • Iraq ... and those are only proper-name things, never mind whole subjects ...

Siamese, not twins

These two tinies (about 4 inches square) were painted on cd cases, for C's birthday.

for illo friday {juggle}{2}

This one's all about task management, the division of labour, etc.

for illo friday ... {juggle}

Just getting warmed up ...

for illo friday ... {wedding}

This is a photograph of a painting I did a long time ago as a wedding present to a friend ... I think it might be 20x16, but I can't really remember. Canvas, mixed media.

safari park

This guy (12x12, mixed media on canvas, more string) I can empathize with, that certain feeling of watching your own doom unloading luggage, setting up a tent.

snowfall

This one (8x8, mixed media on canvas, more string series) is the first I've been able to do in weeks, and you can see the struggling involved. Then I used a sealant with the unwanted side effect of removing paint, although I didn't entirely dislike the result.

for illo friday ... {momentum}

This is bad momentum, as in: drifting through space.

a holiday, in erratic pictures

Kingston, Ontario to Murray Corner, New Brunswick August 18th to September 2st {best read in reverse, from the bottom up} C reading (and she is a good little reader) from her story Nemesis Girls ... although she could use a few phone books behind that podium ... The crowd at the September 1st Montreal launch for Writing at the Edge , an anthology by Siren Song in which C has a story. Their parents pulled a blinder on us, fleeing the scene and leaving us to babysit. Instead we gave them Archie comics while the two of us played cards. The best picture that lobster will ever have. Me and C in Charlottetown, all smug after escaping the Japanese tourists. Victoria by the Sea from a lighthouse ... A munchkin on the wharf ... C wandering a graveyard, looking for loose change ... Having lost creative control of the project, I decided to walk away ... Me and C. You can't see it, but she's just about to punch me in the kidneys. Visitors, Deb and Eleanor and Miranda, lovely ladies who al

sold two paintings ...

These two charmers, to an American tourist and collector. Now here's hoping the cheque clears ...

siege

Back from vacation and under siege ... this bad boy is for a story called exactly that.