Decided to embrace summer today, despite the sky looking like a chain smoker sealed behind the tinted windows of a idling Camaro. Well, perhaps not 'embrace', exactly – never that – but at least I wore shorts, and even sandals, and almost appreciated the breeze coming off the northern shores of Lake Ontario. Whatever. I'm exhausted and slow moving and certainly rolling my shoulders. I did find ninety-five cents (three quarters, two nickels – one American – and a dime) on the sidewalk. I took my prize money to work and washed it at the sink, just like I used to do with my keys at the mental hospital.
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). *