Category: Fine Art

April 30, 2017

My life has taken on a busyness the past few weeks that has moved me away from myself. So many commitments to attend to, preparations to make for some time away. I have noticed a sense of being disconnected from…

April 26, 2017

He told me I needed to work on my manners. I replied that he needed to work on his discomfort with bad manners.

April 18, 2017

Sense is a ludicrous notion. The more I try to make of it, the less of it I can perceive. Reduction of the expansiveness and complexity of things which cannot be reduced or constrained makes for a futile passtime. The…

April 12, 2017

It has been just over a year since I lost my sister. It is an odd turn of phrase, to refer to death as having ‘lost’ somebody. As though they are a misplaced set of car keys. It gives a…

March 27, 2017

“… she told me she’d never adjusted to the light, she’d just never developed a tolerance for the world, her inoculation hadn’t taken.” ~ Miriam Toews, All My Puny Sorrows Some friends and I have started a Bookckub. This is…

March 22, 2017

I’ve lost my writing mojo. Having lived for so long in such an insular way – life throwing some doozies at me as it has – I have lost a sense of myself outside of this grief. And I am…

March 21, 2017

I like exploring dark corners, usually at my own peril. Sometimes you’ve got to get a little light.