I was (still am, actually, just taking a coffee break) working away frantically in my studio, trying out leaf printing with metallic paints on a hand-painted sky (more on this later, in the Seastrands blog) and was more than happy with the results. I hailed The Sprogget (as John calls her) who was working away…
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She has to eat because…
I was taking a moment to read some weird news on CBC the other day when John wandered in and started reading over my shoulder. At that moment, I happened to be just leaving the page about a marine who was trying to auction off the rights to rename him in order to raise some…
It’s Guinness, Mom.
We’ve been hanging the show and dealing with the myriad of accompanying details all week. For Tuesday morning, Katherine visited Nana’s house because there was no space for her at the gallery in the early stages of the hanging and I needed all my mental facilities, diminished as they might be, about me. The following…
Side-effect of a weekend with her father
Me : Katherine, what would you like for lunch? K: I would liiiiiiiiiiike, um, I would like slimy macaroni with stinky cheese. And some chicken. The kind that’s dead without feathers. Right. Because we usually give her the live kind and let her use the quills to pick her teeth?
The perils of lobster
Recently we received a postcard from Natasha, aka Sarai the Mumbling Monkey. Actually, I should backtrack a little here and fill in a post that I kept meaning to write but didn’t. Natasha hails from the other side of the continent and, before heading to grad school, decided to venture as far east as she…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 