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I am grateful for time spent with a contractor, replacing the railing on our front step. I love doing projects like that, when I have the time anyway. Not so much when it’s a rush, but it wasn’t, today.
I am grateful for a visit from my brother-in-law who arrived today, and is reading the lads some bedtime stories as I write this.
I am grateful for Efron Quiroz, who has a Youtube channel that he fills up with brief interviews and statements as well as a quick video documentation of pretty much every art show in town. He interviewed June Haynes and myself for the Spectrum show we have up currently at the Gage Arts Collective Gallery.
I am grateful for Coop, who made a chocolate cake with ganache icing from scratch, with very little help from anyone. It was delicious.
I am grateful for Farley, who has taken to disassembling his Lego models and rebuilding them as he clicks through PDF documents I download from the Lego website for him.
I am grateful for Julie who made tea with leaves she grew in a teapot she made that she drank out of a mug she also made.
I am grateful for Farley, who, while eating our burger outside the burger place was interrupted by a vocal and interested seagull, yelled “SEAGULL, STOP IT NOW!”
There’s been some radio silence on this blog for the last while. My folks called me to ask if anything is wrong. Nothing is, but perhaps I should explain.
I was 21 in 1993, when I first heard about and started using the internet. I was enthused. I subscribed to Wired and Mondo 2000. The promise of a globally connected world was hard to fathom, and expectations were high. I made a career out of it. For a good long while, the internet was great for me. In so many ways, it still is.
But now it’s everywhere. And with this phone, it’s always nearby. And while being connected can be great, it has its downsides. The endless scroll of social media endlessly beckons. At some point, I stopped reading books. Boredom is a thing of the past with the latest news at my fingertips, but the news is rarely good.
I miss the noticing and wondering about real world things that often comes right after the sense of boredom sets in. This used to happen everywhere and all the time. Waiting for a bus, or a ride, or an appointment, or a lunch order.
Being connected is great, but it also means being ‘on’. Even when I don’t intend or need to be available, if I am checking my emaiil, I am ‘on’.
It’s good to know what’s happening in current events, and we have a responsibility to be informed members of the electorate. I wonder though: how many casual connections with strangers in my community have I missed, because I look occupied while I thumb-type, or because I don’t have to ask for directions anymore?
I’ve taken steps. I purchased a flip phone, and use it when I feel I am getting too involved with my iPhone on a day to day basis. More recently, I’ve tried keeping the smartphone out of my bedroom, too. I don’t want it to be the last thing I look at every night, and the first thing I look at every morning.
And that’s why I haven’t been blogging about gratitude every day. My ritual used to be to compose that post on my phone, and it would be the last thing I’d do in a day before switching out the light. Truth is, I just haven’t found another place for that in my routine now that my phone doesn’t reside within arm’s reach while I sleep.
I miss the gratitude post though. I think that was a big reason for my career change to become an artist. That’s another story. I would like to work a daily gratitude practise into my routine again, so if you are wondering what I am up to, stay tuned.
Or, if I may be so bold, call me and ask me how I’m doing. Don’t text, call. I’d love to hear from you, and you don’t have to worry about waking me up.
I am grateful for time in the studio this morning.
I am grateful for kids who like to hang out together and have fun bouncing on the trampoline sometimes.
Ii am grateful for Farley, who, upon seeing a few modern paintings I found on Google Image search, thought, “Well I could do that.” and proceeded to paint a 24×43″ Kandinsky inspired painting. That thought, right there, represents 90% of what it takes to be an artist.
I am grateful for time spent in the studio this morning.
I am grateful for time spent with my kids. We jumped in the trampoline tonight, and then on Farley’s suggestion we made lemonade AND limade AND lemon-limade, and everyone they agreed it was all delicious. Limade was my favourite.
I am grateful for Alligator Pie. Still holds up like it always did.
I am grateful for time in the studio this morning, and with a great big 4×4′ canvas to get started on, too.
I am grateful for time spent with each oft lads tonight, practising lines with Coop for the musical he’s involved in, and playing with trains made out of blocks, and jumping on the trampoline in the rain with Farley.
I am grateful for Julie, who is lovely, contentious, hard working, and is a fierce mama bear.
I am grateful for some time spent with Coop and Farl today.
I am grateful for a lazy morning that concluded with French Toast that Cooper made with some help from Julie.
I am grateful for a bike ride with my two lads this afternoon, with the final destination of an Ice cream cone at Mr. Tubbs.
I am grateful for another evening out at the theatre. I took Coop to see Belfry 101, which is a series of vignettes written and produced by high school students.
I am grateful for a paddle around the gorge and then lunch with Farley. He’s a heckuva guy.
I am grateful for a night out with Julie. All my ranting about Old Stock, the play I saw on Wednesday, made her want to see it too, and so I got to see it again. Still magic. So glad I got to see it twice, and so glad I could do so sitting with m’girl.
I am grateful for a day of mostly painting.
I am grateful for family fun night: my pick. We went to see Apollo 11. It was SO GOOD. A bit boring for the littlest among us, but I really liked it,