which witch is that?

a forest, and witches; mixed media on canvas, 6 x 8 inches.

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Wee snow storm last night, which always makes everyone a little crazy, but walking has put me on the other side of the divide, in that I don't really mind the snow, in fact I like it within reason, as snow days always have that certain warmth to them, everything greyed and contained and muted down, and there's no line for coffee and easy reasons for being late. As I always tell C, it's *rain* that's a fucking problem, especially the way it always comes in sideways.

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Me and C got talking about Bowie the other day, and his new album, which C hates, leading to a more general discussion about certain persons who have achieved the kind of status where you cannot talk badly about them, full stop. An important point to make here is that it doesn't matter if there's actually something bad to say or not; you can only speak of them in half-retarded rapturous terms, regardless of what they say or do or come to represent. The list so far:

Bowie Mandela Dylan Leonard Cohen Dalai Lama Kate Middleton Dame Judi Dench

Of course Princess Diana is a strange case, because in her lifetime she wasn't on the list, then made the list in spades (bad pun) by being killed, but now has started falling off the list as everyone realizes how embarrassingly they (over)reacted in (manufactured) grief. Around the same time we had Mother Theresa dying, and she only got to briefly flit around the list before being shooed away. OLD LADY + LEPERS = BORING.

glamour, by extension

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). *

the indisputable weight of the ocean

People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m

Oona Balloona (doesn't care about new tables)

Well, it's Friday, and since I'm pretty depleted in the chit-chat department, I might as well put up some pictures of Ol' Giggles At Ghosts before Grandma starts sending me hate mail. Man, what a goofball. At this rate it's going to be, like, eighteen years before she has gainful employment and moves out of the house. I mean, come on . * * * * * C is especially crazy and frantic today. About two months ago she decided that she no longer liked our dining room table (take that, dining room table! no more BFF for you!). Since then she's switched the dining room and kitchen table (and all the rest of the furniture in the house -- about thirty times, but that's another story) as a provisional solution while she scoured area stores for an upgrade. And she thought she had found one, on Wednesday, at JYSK ( Whatever , I said). But when she ordered it, JYSK called back to say that they were really low on stock, and that the stock they did have was damaged, and

red-handed

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