NO, you're not dreaming!

See that? I've started a new doll. No idea where I am going with it, but I have tons of material to pick from so who knows!? I love to do those tiny stitches. it's such a great sort of meditative work. The thread is a beautiful thick polished cotton thread from a vintage pool. Love it!

I worked on new feet for my green doll to. Almost done and finished a couple things on her. she is almost-completely-sort-of finished!

...Imagine that!

Oops!

Yeap... I did it... almost blew up the whole house! I *must* remind myself that I have a gas stove now! I actually left the house to go to the laundromat leaving this small saucepan on the stove heating up - forgot. Luckily when I came back, say... one and a half hour later, the flames had not been switched off by the boiled over liquid and disaster was avoided. Had to scrub this poor thing for a looooong time though!

That'll teach me!

another blog...

I have started a new blog to accompany this one, about my grandfather Monty. I will do an official launch once I have put in a bit more info about him and a first set of images. He was wonderfully talented and I want to try to give him a bit of the recognition he so much deserves as an artist.

pretty and hanging

This little heart is now posted in my Etsy shop. Simple folky and nice. A moth with 2 large eyes staring back at us! I like the theme of eyes imitated by nature: the pretend-eyes and the real-eyes never encountering one-another. Fierce Warrior Eyes. Gods' eyes.... Demon's eyes...

Beautiful Being

The same creature as in the previous post... but through my camera.

While in Cannes

While in France, I made a few feeble attempts to paint, and even though my main source of inspiration is the Boreal Forest, from which I was, in fact, very far, nevertheless this little sketch emerged of a beautiful mediteranean pine tree on St Marguerite Island that reminded me of the trees painted by Tom Tomson of the group of Seven. I loved the shadows on the trunk especially.

Hope you'll find it worthy.

Art and things...

You thought I had given up, given up hope and lost my creative superpowers. no. They were asleep while I was battling various small demons That I compassionately convinced to abandon their vain efforts to discourage me. It simply can't be done. I walked back home skipping the street car ride twice yesterday and today, and, refreshed by the dubious air, the sound of the needy fetching a slice of vicarious excitement in the eyes of singers and media gurus on Dundas square ; reached my home an-impeached and started to paint. Can this BE? ...Yes.

Back Home

I flew back home this Monday. Sitting in the plane beside me was the most adorable couple I can think of, a mom and dad whose grown up kids had gotten together and bought them a package tour to Canada, the one place in the world they always had dreamed of visiting. She was very emotional when the plane lifted in Paris, then we talked during the flight. So sweet, so genuine. They warmed my heart, when that happens, I usually have to fight back tears myself, for that is my great curse, though a blessing too! I ran both in my head and on my camera (so nice to be able to do that!) all the wonderful images of my 2 weeks trip to France. So many.