and the counterrevolution was called christmas

The kid likes to draw. And the faces all have smiles, which is disproportionately encouraging. Not sure about the upside-down guy, though. Or the manic-faced little red-skull guy. Slouching.

She is certainly a teaser and trickster, which is aggravating when I find rocks in my shoes, or she runs water instead of washing her hands, or she hides the belt to my bathrobe (again).

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And still the Dream of the Princesses.

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Seven paintings in two group shows right now, GRID and at Studio 22. Between that and Christmas vending and a million other things: tired. And tired of just being a Dead Idea Factory, so *trying* to take the time to develop some longer projects, narratives. Or maybe just more Grand Theft Auto.

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A stocking stuffer for people who don't like stocking stuffers. Or life.

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Wee Dark All Day interview the other day. Started out getting the title of my book wrong, which I gleefully spiked.

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Some last few things in the shop and then just leaving letting it be sleepy for awhile. Next week is pretty much it for ordering things online anyway. Came up quickly, eh? Can you feel the goodwill and cheer, the way it attacks your immune system, and weakens your bones?

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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