Tuesday, March 31, 2015
She was in a skirt and black tights - my way of dressing when I was her piano teacher.
I wore black jeans and Doc Martins.
We talked all the time.
I stayed with her until 7 pm.
We saw Douglas Coupland at MOCCA
the Edward Day - abstract paintings I didn't understand
Ontario Craft - sensorial objects I did
David Kaye - my 2 paradise pieces still up
a glass of wine in the Gladstone
another in a pub called Tennessee next door to General hardware gallery
It felt as if I was with one of my daughters.
She told me at the end
I don't know what you said but I feel so much better
Monday, March 30, 2015
I learned the couching stitch.
I learned the bokhara stitch
I learned the padded satin stitch.
They are stitches.
you have to decide
Do I want to learn and practice design?
Do I want to learn and practice stitch?
Do I want to do both?
Have you got 50 years?
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Friday, March 27, 2015
and I thought the well was bottomless
but after 7 years I hit rock.
The form I was expressing were the same form, my form.
I realized that there is only one thing that is not reachable, truly infinite
and that is the world around us."
holocaust survivor, friend and illustrator of samuel beckett
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
does time change the picture?
do you believe in what you see?
which fairy tales do you re-read?
do you make rituals?
do you use maps?
do you kill time?
do you have dreams that you hide?
do you live happily ever after?
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
I would not be able to do my work without a design wall and a journal.
Also the attitude of boundless time, as if I have all the time in the world.
Also my kitchen buzzer.
Also my digital camera.
Monday, March 23, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
Monday, March 16, 2015
whatever we treat as living begins to take on life
gifts that have taken on a life can bestow it in return
a work of art is a gift
and circulates among us as reservoirs of available life
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Saturday, March 14, 2015
It's not that you get over trauma, it's somewhere in your landscape - maybe a swamp or a crater.
You can choose to hang out there, or pretend it's not there and fall in, or be poisoned by what seeps out of it, or be fully aware of its location but dwell elsewhere.
Friday, March 13, 2015
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
It is an antidote to what ails you.
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