More packing away my studio last night when I came across this, a framed picture of my friend *Nicole*. I remember when this was taken, a winter night in Winnipeg, Nicole coming by my apartment just off Corydon, that apartment a vast and creaking place, like a leaking ship, and hissing too, with the steam heat, yet still chilly with its high ceilings and windows all around, and the Hungarian girl I lived with, the one who cried all the time, but she wasn't home that night, and here is Nicole standing on a chair and looking through my cupboards, for just the right glass, because she is about to *mix drinks*.
C is friends with the fashion stylist Rebekah Roy (left in both pics above) ... one of those people who personify calm and smiling success. On her blog she presents glamour in this very sincere, straightforward way ... whether she's taking pictures of people on the street , talking about stain removers , her favourite videos , or attending some glittering party . One minute she's ruminating on hair extensions, and in the next she reveals how she's been featured on the Vogue UK site. A real disarmer and charmer (and this without meeting her yet, although I feel like I know her because we both did our time in Winnipeg). * * * * * Coming home from Russia, we did many bad things. ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. In my own life, the glamour is wholly imagined. * * * * * witches, smoke ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. My second go at this one, and for some reason I'm painting a lot of smoke lately (note to self: tell C that I want to be cremated). *
I loved that place - I remember that night! Because the crying hungarian woman came home and I think I had an allergic reaction....See the swelling on my face? haha!
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