It's definitely february.

Sad Guy, with a case of the blah blah blahs.

I have been playing around in illustrator with the symbol tool.

It is very addictive.

birds.

i have been busy working on a banner for a friends company which has led me to having to try my hand at illustrating some birds. here is a smattering of tests i did for the banner. they ranged from silly to more serious.

Some tuesday night journalling...

I have love.

I want love.

This is the season of socks. So many socks.

Weekend Project.

On the weekend, i dedicated some time to making a short little film for a project my good friend Ariel and I started around a year ago. Essentially it is about creating characters and communicating as another. It is really awesome and I wish I had more time to put towards it. Making this little movie made me very happy!

Monday and Mariah.

tonight is a good night. there was dancing, burritos and a good serving of Mariah Carey ballads and pop songs.

there is fog on the road. thick and full, it covers my face, i imagine this is what it feels like to choke on clouds. i lick my lips, it isn't salty, just fresh and cool.

my plants are watered and ready to sleep.

One bread fruit + One money tree = The closest forest I can hide in.

I don't like my basement bathroom.

there are spiders that have strange knee joints.

it is a jungle of legs down there.

The centre of January.

spring is a memory. dusty and faded.

piles of birthday cards fade in a box on the living shelf. i should throw them out...but i can't let go of the kittens and bears and the piles of fallen sparkles. dried celebrations like snow banks on the side of the road.

New Year

Did I make resolutions...a few maybe. They are a tangle in my brain. One for sure is to keep up with the blog because I have enjoyed a year here with sketching and collaging. These quiet nights with green plants brushing my computer screen, my desk scattered with glue and paper bits, they are a welcome pocket of escape.

I guess I still have a crush on you.

Walking home last night the air sparkled. Razor sharp flakes of snow cutting tiny holes on the horizon. If I blur my eyes they form a hole to climb through. It is a wonderful walk.

It is a mess in my bedroom.

There is a sock castle in the corner,

and a mountain of sweaters on the dresser.

I wade through a pool of towels and climb into bed.

It seems I am building a vacation out of laundry.

Time to play...

Holiday fun!

Lost in December.

new dress!

stamping out into winter.

found... hedge hog.

a good night.

the count down begins.

It's that time of year again!

One of a Kind Show is here. This means long hours, lots of monsters and the best brittle in Ontario. Bring it on.