August 19, 2009

2009-08-19T11:02:00.000-07:00

He who brought darkness into this world,

And whispers sweet little lies into my heart.

My mouth pours them out like a river of truth,

Bringing out my lowest lows from my highest highs.

My New Store

2009-04-01T23:15:00.000-07:00

Finally,

I have just released the beginning of my new store on Etsy.com, Grizzly Bear Couture.

I would love for any of you all to take a look at what I have.

http://www.grizzlybearcouture.etsy.com

How Interesting.

2009-03-26T06:36:00.000-07:00

While Stumbling in the early hours of the morning, I came across this website.

http://flashface.ctapt.de/

I will never get those hours of my life back.

WARRIOR

2009-03-11T00:00:00.000-07:00

This piece symbolizes the strong female leaders in my life. I think I'm going to work a little longer on it but until then... this is it.

Findings:

2009-03-09T12:43:00.000-07:00

I love the idea of turning music sheets and torn pages from romance novels into flowers. I think I'll create some in the same way except write "He love me." on half the pedals and "He loves me not." on the other half.

I Made This!

2009-03-04T18:15:00.000-08:00

My hands and I have decided to make one new thing everyday. I titled this "English Fog" and it's mixed media on paper: crayon, acrylic, oil pastel and water color.

New Love Story:

2009-03-04T09:12:00.000-08:00

I was treading through the snow filled streets of Toronto when I found it. Neutral Milk Hotel was screaming in my ears and I was screaming out my mouth, "Why would anyone throw this out?" Dialing was made nearly impossible with my winter gloves. Still I found a way to carefully punch in each number with my swollen cotton fingers. "ring, ring". I waited impatiently for him to answer. "Ring, ring" The slowest four rings of my life. He picked up. "Hello?"
"Adam. What are you doing? Actually, I doesn't matter what you're doing. You have to get over here! I just found the most amazing..." "Jamie? Is this Jamie?" I could hear his son yelling in the background.
"Yes it's me! Now listen carefully! There's not much time! I need you to drive to Eglinton and Avenue. Some idiot threw out a..."
"Hold on. I can barely hear you."
The conversation went on like this for at least 20 minutes before I could get out the reason for my call.
"ADAM! Someone threw out a couch and I need you to get over here so we can get it back to my place before anybody else grabs it. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, yeah. Give me 10 minutes".
It would be more like 30.
I hung up with him and dusted off the snow gathering on the left cushion of my couch. There I sat, waiting in the cold, surrounded by an overflowing dumpster and soggy stack of phonebooks. While waiting, I pictured the couches and my life together. We would snuggle together in the afternoons with a good book and cup of tea, when my friends came to visit the couch would provide them a cozy place to sleep. We would make the transition of moving out of my parents house to my own little loft in the city together, and more importantly, we would always be together. Adam drove up in his old beat up Honda. "Is that it?" He asked through the passenger side window.
"Do you see another couch Adam?"
He strutted over in his navy blue jump suit and terminator shades. I jumped off with help from the old springs and greeted him with a hug. A moment of thought followed, and a moment of realization after that. "Ugh. I don't think that will fit in or on the car. How many blocks is your house from here?"
I nervously rubbed my hands together. "I think three. Why?"
A very serious look came over Adam's face. "Because, we're going to have to carry it."
My heart sank into a puddle of defeat and I seriously considered leaving the couch. Three blocks of struggle with something that weighs one of me and three of my clones down a snowy sidewalk next to one of the most congested roads on the North end. Fuck the couch. Still, I couldn't let go to the idea of couches and my life together. I looked at Adam. "Well, go get your gloves on then."
There's no way I could possibly put into words the next 45 minutes. If you're not a Northerner then you'd probably have trouble understanding the difficulty of an already difficult task in temperatures 15 below zero. However, you will understand the problem we faced when we reached my house, squeezing a couch that big through a door that narrow is like trying to push a square block through a triangle shaped hole. Adam must have studied up on Kama-Sutra on his way over because he proved to know several different positions on how to get it in. Haha.

And this the couch. It smelled like homeless man pee and the foam cushions had turned to sand when we first began our lives together. Since then it's been stuffed with goose feathers and scrubbed down. The only scent that remains on the floral print is lilac. Hooray for discoveries.

Newness

2009-02-27T20:12:00.000-08:00

This is my new blog, Bear Mauls Rorschach. Still in development, wait around.