Saturday, May 9, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
i've been busy... very. painting. living. unable to both blog here and work. have too much of an addictive personality. once i start to look around the blogworld for inspiration, it's hard to stop. discipline has never been my strong point. neither is properly documenting my work but that will come, i'm sure.
now the end of the 12-week portfolio project time frame is almost/already over and i'm in full gear, but somehow out of touch with the game... into my own world. (actually, it was never a game for me..) i guess that's ok, but i do long for more balance. IN LIFE. and i miss writing. miss that way of connecting to self. something bigger.
my daughter turned 3 yesterday, my mom was visiting for a short while... so many sweet moments; so many fights inside my skin. and i'm grateful.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
with my snappy little tongue
that words find their home
in that tiny little rung
-the one that goes upwards
the one that goes down,
the one that find peace
in the snap of a sound
this refers to the reeling
the gnawing, the climb
but also the sniper
the slither, the slime
this refers to the river
the big open shoes
the ladel, the cricket
-this rung knows no rules!
and after i'm finished
with this little rhyme
i'll probably stop it-
this silly little climb
for often
what's needed
is sharing the game,
the way that my world works
and that's nothin' lame
Thursday, January 22, 2009
i have a million daily thoughts and reminders and ah-hahs and deep reflections or absolutely miniscule detailed images that travel around my heart and head and feed my soul- for which i wish i had a personal secretary. or one of those notepads which hang around the neck with an attached pencil so as not to be lost, and to make notes for myself from the day. i actually mean more of the philosophical kind, not the laundry or shopping list kind- tho that would be practical in it's own right. one of the things i'd like to make notes of is a repeated circling experience i have at different points in my life.... for example, when i've been out and about and feeling well in my skin, having nourished some particular aspect of personal need, and i'm on my way home... and i can perceive the energetic magnet of familiarity, of weighted patterns of behaviour, of the tendency to get caught up in/lost with my family &/or relationship life in the way of neglecting my creative needs, or to be in my own world, breathing deeply before a cup of tea OR WHATEVER... and everytime i'm aware of this onset, this entering the potential of getting lost in the maze again, i ask myself to remember this feeling, this sensing my skin and its edges, and i ask myself if i am able to imagine entering it just a little bit differently this time. not because it's bad- it's a world that i love- but to offer the aspect of myself that tends to drown under the weight of habit and especially old, not-particularly-serving-habits and negative little cynicisms and simply going to bed too late for almost the entirety of my teenage & adult life- a new possibility of behaving, of being.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
every time i walk in these doors
i am close to tears
sometimes they flow to the surface,
other times they just mingle inside
with the memories
today i was in this hospital again
and was reminded of the stories
i've painted here before;
they whispered to me about floor F
when inquiring about paperwork i needed
they spoke easily about floor E
which is where i stayed when my daughter was born
i wasn't given what i came for
but i left with an eerie sense of the forbidden,
the things we're supposed to hide
Monday, January 12, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
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