Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Reading pleasures

When I was a kid, summers meant reading as many books as I could. Big stacks signed out from the library. Entire days spent reading. Reading until I couldn't make sense of the words anymore. There is so much pleasure in that.

I picked this gem of a kids' book up at a yard sale in Kitsilano a couple of years ago. It has obviously been well-loved by some little pencil-carrying person. I couldn't resist the weirdo bird-kid hybrids.
The Red-winged Blackbird reminds me a little of Batman.



Monday, June 22, 2009

Home


Wandering in the blue air. Lost or found. You decide.


[acrylic and collage on paper; drawing by William Blake]

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Riots of roses

The roses have begun to bloom in Vancouver...
Darlings, you smell fantastic!




Monday, May 25, 2009

Tongue diary


[mixed media on diary box]

She didn't mean for it to happen
but there she was in the murky waters
and when her mouth opened
the foul vipers drifted up into their complicated patterns.
Sinewy and dark they wrapped clouds
around the sun and blotted out the day.
She could barely catch her breath in the undertow.

This is what unfolds when you're lured
into old rivers without a thought for how heavy
your dress might become
and the damage you could do to the sky.

She almost died, this girl.
She almost lost herself
under the swirling blackness
but for a trust-carrying messenger who
sailed by her open mouth and
shone a lantern up into her words.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Possibly

Perhaps there is a woman* in an archive
smoking in a chair
legs and arms apart
thinking of trees
arching overhead
a flattened rose

that sweet old paper smell.



*Top photo by Sandra Stark. Postcard image for Image Nation Eleven, Photographs by Women About Women, published by Coach House Press, 1972.

Friday, May 15, 2009

What a person might see when strolling around Main Street

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Unwind (me love)



Maybe it's a sort of tightness. A bit of a difficulty, something you can't quite untangle. And yet,
it hasn't always been this way. Once it was soft. Even now, there is a quality of endearment. The delicacy of the membranes. The fact of openings. It is meant for malleability, flow. That is its natural state of being. It is possible to unwind it and return to that previous vulnerability. That strength.

[watercolour on paper]

Saturday, May 9, 2009

The city and the trees


Images from some recent walks...


And for those of you who like the scrappy artwork on this blog more than the photos I've been posting, I promise there's more of that coming soon.






Thursday, April 30, 2009

Goodies from a recent flea market trip...


Monday, April 27, 2009

The city, today

Downtown wanderings.
Peeling paint alleyside.

Mysterious green lot fenced and well-tended where a house used to be.
A house that soon will not be.

Top views:
Vancouver's Paris rooftops and colours crested by the ever-changing mountains.
Impossible blossoms. Impossible sky.
Today

today
today.








Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Various walls & tea for two....




Friday, April 10, 2009

Hello starfish

Happy Easter! May your long weekend be full of whatever you need most. With any luck, mine's going to involve a lot of lying around and reading...

Phone booths, particularly by the beach, have an unexpected quality about them. You don't see too many of them around these days, do you?

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Inside and out

These are postmodern days. Fragmented and all chopped up. But still with their wonders.

Friday, April 3, 2009

It is here

This one is for my mom... and everyone else out there who's still waiting for snow to melt!


Sunday, March 29, 2009

The crown of love


My horoscope for the weekend, though I think it's a good one for almost anybody:
There have been times of late when it felt as if you were no longer in control of your own destiny, and there are more such times to come. One thing you will always be in control of is how much love you give to other people. Give more this weekend.
More crown of love here.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Solid advice from a wet sidewalk

Monday, March 16, 2009

Defaced books

More painted pages:

A journey by boat.


[ephemera collage and acrylic on book page]

Taking your poet head out on a date.


[watercolour and acrylic on book page]

And a guy who does amazing things with old books.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Dreams, amber, wind

This weekend: notebook thoughts for March, drinks at the Sylvia Hotel in the dark cold night and a windy afternoon seaside...

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Found words

Took both of these photos on the UBC campus today. The second one is a phrase from Romeo and Juliet. It stretches across the window in the basement of Koerner Library. That's the Irving K. Barber Learning Centre that you can see through the window.




Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Pragmatism doesn't know these skies


[mixed media on 1943 book page]

Monday, March 2, 2009

Turquoise & green

Some good colours from my walk in the rain yesterday. Garage door, fuzzy tree, wet sidewalk chalk...



Sunday, March 1, 2009


You may have noticed a photo of Walter Benjamin's Archive in my post from a couple of days ago. I was busy working on a guest-post for poet Sina Queyras's blog, Lemon Hound. She gets writers to review books on a regular basis. She herself has a new book coming out with Coach House in April. Check out the You Tube video for great stuff like this:
"The expressway is a straight line, but the crooked road remains the road of genius."

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Tea bag wishes


Monday, February 23, 2009

Some moments

from the last few days:


and a teaser from this enchanting little book by Julie Morstad:


This drawing from the middle of the book reminds me of a photo I took the other day:

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Wonderful days

Some photos from recent walks and adventures...

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

These are a few of my favourite things...

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Let's talk about notebooks

The notebooks of creative people fascinate me.

These are some of mine -- just the outsides. I have so many of them. Writing. Sketch. Journal. Travel. Dreams. Etc. Etc. Etc. The ones in the second photo are still unused and pristine. I look forward to messing them up.


Here are some great ones by designer Michel Bierut.

Do you know of others? Please show/tell.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

More from Paul Smith

Favourite quotes by Paul Smith from his book.
"I'm not motivated by power or money. What I am motivated by is just a brilliant day, every day." (132)
"I love life. I feel very privileged. I sometimes think I'm going to step into the street and get hit by a bus because I've had so many brilliant days for so long. I think: 'Why have I been so lucky?' I never assume anything. I never assume that I'm always going to be healthy, or happy, or that business is always going to be successful. Those things, and Pauline, keep me grounded. " (100)

"It's often more interesting to meet people from outside fashion. I'm most proud of sticking by my own ideas, and not allowing myself to be sucked down the usual path of fashion designers... I think I'm really disappointed by the way the world is going now, with everybody wanting to move so fast, and nobody allowing enough time to gain the experience that you need to do things well... Like everything in life, there should be a balance between the modern way and the more traditional way. With architecture, you've got to understand the formal procedure. With fashion, you've got to understand about pattern-cutting, about production methods, about how garments are made. Then if you want to reject them, that's fine, but you have to have knowledge in order to reject or edit." (190)

"Eccentricity is an essential part of being British, so why shouldn't it be part of the business world? As for me, I have this feeling that I'm going to get even more eccentric as I get older." (142)


What I find great about him is his catholic way of thinking, how he moves through disciplines and realms to come up with inspiration and new combinations. And what really comes across in The Independent interview as well as the book is how much he adores his wife. I love that.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Still settling in

The new place is slowly coming together.

Also, I thought the recent contents of the recycling box were interesting.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Nesting

The birds have come back to roost and they're laying turquoise eggs...


Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Books

Thankfully, Marguerite Duras and her crazy big French glasses have made it out of the box and back onto the shelf.


Reading this book about British fashion designer Paul Smith.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Lost in the fog

I've been busy moving but I'm back now.

Vancouver has been shrouded in fog for more than a week. It's damp and eerie and magical.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Critical space



My review of Andrea Zittel's exhibition, Critical Space, has finally been published in Issue # 42 of filling station magazine. The show was at the Vancouver Art Gallery from June 11- September 30, 2007. I talked about it here. Although the review is desperately late, it does feature some good photos of Zittel's work in addition to my text. This issue of filling station also has some interesting work by Ottawa-based poet Shane Rhodes.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Christmas goodness

Back from a lovely holiday.
Some snippets: My grandmother's recipe book. Sparkly owl.
A house for dreaming.

Now, ready to forge ahead into this fabulous new year. Despite the fact that it is still snowing in Vancouver...
(The view from my living room window.)

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Flowers & snow

Wishing everyone an inspiring, happy holiday season!
Back soon...


Tuesday, December 16, 2008

I am looking...




I am an artist... It's self-evident that what the word implies is looking for something all the time without ever finding it in full. It is the opposite of saying, "I know all about it. I've already found it." As far as I'm concerned, the word means, "I am looking. I am hunting for it, I am deeply involved."
-- Vincent van Gogh

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Chandelier-head woman + snow


Friday, December 12, 2008

Ghost house under construction at night

Thursday, December 11, 2008

"Sometimes we forget to look"


Cheryl's comment on my last post highlights why I am taking these daily photos and why I bother with this blog at all.

The point is to engage, to really look.

To notice.

To experience.

To take pleasure in.
To interact with.

To be inspired.

To record.

To share.

And hopefully, to inspire.


The last two days:


Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Downtown Vancouver, rain, lights

Taken from inside the Vancouver Art Gallery Library...

Monday, December 8, 2008

Kitschy-koo

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Saturday & Sunday

Life's rich pageant...
One photo for each day is not enough.



Friday, December 5, 2008

Reflected and through

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Light for the dark days of December

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

The cards have Pegasus on the other side

I thought it would be fun to take a picture a day for the next month and post them here. Today I took three: the floating cards with the floating handwriting, a collection of paper things and the fuzzy, charming frog I will marry one day.



Friday, November 28, 2008

A question



Monday, November 24, 2008

Okay.


[found text]

Friday, November 21, 2008

Hello underworld

Pluto, with his velvet black heart
cuts off his hands

and sells them at a pawnshop

to bring you buckets of gold.


[collage, ink and watercolour on Moleskine paper]

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Sometimes a skull looks like a lightbulb

I don't know what this is. It was in my dream last night. Green skull death candi. Who knows.


[collage and gouache on pink paper]


Sunday, November 9, 2008

Writing love

This is mostly a visual blog, but today I want to post about words. I've been reading primarily non-fiction lately and this quote from an essay about Nadine Gordiner by Ronald Suresh Roberts called "Keeping the Self: The Novelist as Self-Archivist" (from the book Refiguring the Archive) reminded me how much I love poetry and fiction:
And while life can have about it a whiff of the mausoleum, art can so enliven itself and others as to enter fully into the realm of the corporeal. This was the experience of Marcel Proust (whom Gordimer describes as 'my great mentor'): 'No days, perhaps, of all our childhood are ever so fully lived as those we had regarded as not being lived at all: the days spent wholly with a favourite book.' This was likewise the experience of Proust's own mentor, John Ruskin: 'the real force of genius is to make us love a thought which we feel to be more real than ourselves.' And of Gordimer herself: 'to be literate is to be someone whose crucially formative experience may come just as well from certain books as from events. I know that until I was at least twenty nothing and no one influenced me as much as certain poets and writers.'
If anyone out there has recommendations for great poetry/fiction they're reading right now, I'd love to hear them.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

We are nested


[ink on wrapping paper]

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Incoming

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Bigger

Monday, October 27, 2008

The way out


[ink, China marker and watercolour]

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Louise Bourgeois's hands

If you can, see this film. She's a wily one, endlessly inspiring.


Notes from my viewing at the Pacific Cinematheque last night:

Pleasure = finding a solution through sculpture
The purpose of sculpture = self-knowledge
It is necessary to have complete faith in the work.
Anxiety makes LB work.
Art gives her pleasure
.
Art makes her a nicer person.
She feels better after making a piece, stronger.
From LB's three towers at the Tate Modern in 2000:
I DO.
I UNDO. I REDO.
My favourite quote from the film:
"This desire to be likable, it really is a pain in the neck!"

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Places

You're in the library. Smell of old paper all around. Labels, keys, wood, metal, places for storage.

You're at the antique fair. Smell of Croatian food. A lady wearing a strand of amber beads and lipstick from 1955. Happiness.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Now you can relax


[text from 70s birth book]

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Ephemera(l) assemblage

Got Joseph Cornell on the brain a bit lately...

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

This beautiful book

I've danced around Walter Benjamin for years. I'm still dancing around him. But this book may be the doorway in.

"Ragpicker and poet: both are concerned with refuse."
-- W.Benjamin




[Figures 9.3, 9.4 and 4.6 from Walter Benjamin's Archive]

Monday, September 29, 2008

Crappy drawing

Had this dream last week. There's something about making art out of crap lately. I'm just saying. The building was a panopticon. Felt like a gallery or a museum. Click to enlarge.