I was contacted about creating a piece of art for a great couple who had traveled the world and are now happily married and in their own home for the first time. The piece was to serve as both a gift for her husband, and a piece of art for their new home. These two had been all over the world and had the scrape book photos to prove it. We got to talking, and I decided to create a cityscape made up of all their most memorable buildings. I started sifting through their images, sketching and arranging the buildings to work as one, singular piece.Read More
I was able to get to the ocean for the first time in a long time. There is something so calming, and motherly about the ocean. Salty rhythm and constant energy. It's powerful and humbling and nurturing. It commands respect, but also let's you scratch under it's chin now and then. I've never lived by the ocean, but I think I should. Calm is hard to find sometimes. I should remember that, and let the ocean help with some of the heavy lifting.
Big things are happening in Summerland. Like fairs...
Since moving to Summerland, I've been making a lot of headway with my progression towards becoming a full-time recluse. But the fair came to town. And when the fair comes to town, you go to the fair. If you don't, it's disrespectful. Or sacrilegious or something...
The fair made me feel old. The flashing lights and loud noises made me all jittery. I swear that the crowds of teenagers were swarming around me on purpose. And I wanted to rationalize with the people playing games that the odds were not in their favour, and even if they do win, the price to prize ratio is grossly mis-weighted. So I avoided people and walked behind things. Where I could see the pretty lights and creep on people as they went about their business; keeping bellies fed, vomit rinsed, buckles fastened and smokes lit.