June 30, 2011

Forced blog vacay

I'm work-traveling to Germany for a week -- hoping to return with airplane drawings. Ok, I know, I know -- too easy! No bumps. See you in a week and a half.

By the way, does anyone know good places to vacation with a toddler within a 5 hour drive in Quebec, New York or Vermont?

June 29, 2011

Found in the articulated section

June 29, 2011

This man, who, if I believed in auras, would have a particularly lovely one, was reading, not sleeping, in case you were wondering.

June 28, 2011

Dear knower of secrets and fates

I don't have a picture, because yesterday's wobbly study of a pair of old pumps didn't look that great, but I wrote this poem.  

Dear knower of secrets and fates

Will it happen at dusk? Will I be
Sniffing the last Lily of the Valley?

Will it happen at dusk, while
Ringing the Solomon's Seal?

Today and yesterday and tomorrow
Everything I put in my mouth is fruit, seed, or yolk.
Blueberries, apples, broccoli and peas.

Will it happen? Tell me.
Breaking the stamen of a wasted tulip,
Curled under the maple tree,
insects a-lighting?

Or will I be sleeping, tell me,
it's better if I can prepare, life
slipping from me by morning
as I stoop to grab socks from the bin?

June 26, 2011

During which I wish that I could apologise to Ms Cramb

June 21, 2011

This drawing reminds me of high school. I was a visual arts major at a school for artistic kids. I would recommend this kind of education to anyone so inclined. Having said that, there were many assignments to do still life studies or standard model poses that were kind of dull to me at the time. I might have been more interested in something like Dr. Sketchy's back then. I've developed some fondness for this sort of thing since then. It's mostly nostalgia. But yes, art teachers of yore, drawing pears in a bowl does help you get better at seeing! I admit it! Sorry for being such a jerk in class.

June 23, 2011

It's summer, and I feel great

This week I've gone off markers, if you haven't already noticed (this eBook-reading lady is a throwback to a different age, an age called "last week"), because I rediscovered drawing pencils. Drawing pencils, you might ask? Yes: pencils purpose-built for art-doing rather than writing.

It's just a wee stub but three or three-and-a-half inches long and I can't make out the brand (but it's the black and gold one, if you know your pencils, and if you do, would you remind me?). The black has such variety, and it's so responsive despite being an HB, which is the same hardness as your average office pencil. What joy.

June 22, 2011

Feet and fault

June 9, 2011
These people are a tad bit closer than social norms would allow. That might be my fault.

Oddly, as I write this, I'm battling a severe foot cramp!

June 21, 2011

On the Kent street catwalk

After the 95 disgorged me onto Slater this morning, I noticed how well-dressed the crowds were, and wearing so many styles and colours. I don't know why I haven't noticed this before. I always assume that us city workers are strait-laced and neutral, just little pockets of dullness toughing it out below the skyscrapers. Maybe that was the case sometime, somewhere. But nowadays office types dress up! And they look like a million bucks. I hope we don't ever decide there's only one way to dress up, because I love this show.

June 19, 2011

Cell phone, and poem

June 14, 2011

 As you might imagine, after my week-long absence, I have many images to post! Unfortunately, demon scanner is acting up, so I could only nab this one in the ten-minute window I stole yesterday. We celebrated my kid's birthday and my mum's this weekend -- it was awesome! I love Three Tarts Bakery on Wellington! No website to link to, but if you physically go there, you could, like me, purchase the chocolate pecan tart. Lord.


Here is a poem about letting go.

By the arcs of white blossoms,
I lay down. Mosquitos find me. I
smell extra good today.
The grass tickles.
The cars pass. The clouds pass.
The sky is blue.
Birds sing.

By the chamomile bush and the rhubarb,
I dig a hole in the ground.
I wish I'd known
the neighbour was hanging her laundry.
The little bundle seeps
through the cloth, it fits in my hand,
like the skull
of a newborn child.

It is so hard
to place it there.
is natural in this: the mother, the baby,
the brief life and
the end.

I will try again,
maybe next month. I am so
powerful; it's almost silly.
Mother, grave-digger, chief
mourner. Goodbye! Goodbye! God, I am
full only of grief.

June 14, 2011

I miss you

Hi Bus Blog,

I think about you every day, but like any neglected friendship, I don't call enough anymore. Unfortunately, my whole family has been sick -- one of whom is still sick -- for two weeks. I'm preparing for a work trip to a region I know nothing about (Germany). We had a loss in the family. My parents are coming to visit, which presents a quadruple planning whammy (2 Father's Day recipients, one Mother's birthday, and one Daughter's birthday).

Don't worry. I am loyal, and we we will meet again.

Your friend,

June 6, 2011


This morning I had one of those bus rides where people remind me of animals -- usually not in a bad way -- just, where all mouths look like muzzles, dog or wolf. It's hard to shake. Anyway, I love when my mind plays visual tricks on me.

June 6, 2011

This quick picture, and the idea of transforming faces, distantly reminds me of one of my favourite books covers, which I'll share with you. This disturbing painting for Bret Easton Ellis' American Psycho was illustrated by Marshall Arisman. I think he did multiple versions, because the one on his website differs from this one, and is even more ugly in mood.

June 4, 2011

The full zombie spectrum

June 3, 2011

I truly wish (have I whined about this before?) that I had some skin colour markers. My inventory includes:
-this creamy colour (displayed above), for when you want someone to look like a teacup
-some overly vibrant browns
-one greenish-gray colour, really great for a fresh zombie, and
-a collection of grays suitable for fully-established corpses.

In other news. Despite this headache-y cold, I got out today with Ada and hit six or seven garage sales. Oh my, did I save money! We needed a little table for her, some Lego, a swing, and new books. We got all that and a few other things (like plactic plates and outdoor food covers) for forty bucks. Looks like I'll be able to afford her birthday party after all.

June 2, 2011

My moist household

June 2, 2011

My whole family's been struck down by a cold this week. Or, well, dampened by one anyway.
Oh, the snot. I'll spare you the rest of it.

June 1, 2011

File this one under bus sleepers!