Blister in the Sun
By all rights I should be waiting until tomorrow and posting this as a “Show & Tell”, but it will probably heal by then and nobody will believe me that I ever worked this hard…
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By all rights I should be waiting until tomorrow and posting this as a “Show & Tell”, but it will probably heal by then and nobody will believe me that I ever worked this hard…
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Lesson #2: STOCKPILING
Gathering in times of plenty to make it through lean times is nothing new; the concept of stockpiling has been around since before Mason jars.
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I could handle hiking up 200 steps through the forest every day to see this…
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A day of painting with oil-based product led to some punchy mid-afternoon conversation up at Fairmont.
WARNING: the remainder of this post contains juvenile content.
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Suffering from occupational hazard.
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Well, food and booze, anyway.
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I have an extra special treat for you, loyal visitors: a peek into my studio. WARNING – extensive indiscriminate clutter. Parental discretion advised.
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While updating a dear art school peer on my Where, What, How, When, & Why it suddenly struck me how amazing it was that I own my live-in studio.
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These days I feel like I’m auditioning for the part of the dog in Aesop’s The Dog and the Bone.
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Crap. OK, here’s your half-price plastic bag of stale excuses for why I missed getting yesterday’s Daily Muse post up…
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And to that I say: “bow-wow-wow”. Not saying I have gone to the dogs, but I am definitely living it up like one. No municipal job imposing schedules. No public transit commute. Ignoring the 6:30am alarm. Leisurely mid-morning strolls with Elvis – cup o’ joe in hand. Playing in my studio when it suits me.
Does it get any better than this? Why, yes – I think it could.
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A wee bit reluctant to go in the studio today, it being a civic holiday and all. Somehow I ended up in there, poking about – prepping a couple new pieces for the Campbell River show. Suddenly I was studio-jacked.
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One of the benefits of being a chronic pack-rat is that along with the frequent outbursts of “Why the hell am I keeping this?!” occasionally you are moved to say, “Wow! I forgot I had this!”
The SPCA made an error on the adoption papers when they listed Elvis as a pitbull cross. Eight years I’ve lived with my dog – I never would have guessed he was a dope-head.
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I’d like to be saying that there will be no post tonight due to severe celebratory conditions: commemorating my last day of work/first night of summer vocation.
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Ahh…love – its scent hanging thick and pungent in the air [s-n-i-i-i-i-f-f]. Oh. Wait a sec. My mistake. That’s not the smell of love, that’s the smell of shit.
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Success in the studio. Yup…feeling smug-like.
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Well, the turkey DID grow…
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Damn, sometimes I love this city I’m in…
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Yesterday I found a new “educational toy” at my favourite dollar store:
For medical reasons (which, despite how much I’m tempted because people who know me would find the irony hysterical, I am not going to disclose) I have been given a list of things to avoid.
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until is it cool enough to go for walkies.
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I have a paper surrogate of July stuck to my fridge. I have been crossing off the days as they pass – sort of a studio countdown advent calendar.
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Today I broke one of the basic laws of the Fashion Police.
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Fellow artist Barbara Meneley turned me on to the PBS series Art:21 last summer when I was in Regina for the Fifth Parallel show.
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My dog Elvis is a de-constructionist. I like to construct. Sometimes we collaborate. Here are some of the end results.
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THE REGULAR SUNDAY SHOW & TELL POST IS PREEMPTED IN ORDER TO BRING YOU THIS SPECIAL BULLETIN
July 20, 2008, 8:10pm: Victim found eviscerated in orchard in Roberts Creek.
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I could do better.
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