Tagged With: change

Ghost streets, & The Cloth Masks Project

April 11, 2020

I had such a great plan, before CoVid-19 changed us. A working car-trip across Canada to Banff residency in the summer or fall (Banff is of course now closed, all programs cancelled into early fall), an artist residency in the Shetland Islands for a month, where the shore meets the land and the land calls […]

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The scent of change

March 4, 2017

I’m drinking beer in the solarium of a pub my band used to play in 35 years ago.  More nachos than I can eat, hanging baskets full of boston-themed plastic plants, my old cello safe and warm beside me. A guy with humperdink-voice just started to play a three chord song – now I get why, […]

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Indications

September 5, 2016

I wake among the starlings, deep inside their morning discussion, which centres mostly on comings and goings.  It’s a boisterous, cultural ballyhoodle, ritualized by the turning of the year. Starlings time their arrivals and departures here to the spring and fall equinox, just as we do our school years, our arts industry seasons, interesting.  I […]

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Colour Pages #4: Red like Joan

April 12, 2016

I hold Red in my mind and thoughts rise like bubbles. They’re not what I expect. This decision is rooted in fear. I’m stuck in Repeat. I’m bored. Confined.  categorized, manipulated, abused, constricted, driven, exhausted, worried, overstressed, coping. Aren’t we all to some extent.  And isn’t this an essential part of the story. Then another thought rises (after […]

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Colour Pages #1: Yellow

March 19, 2016

I’ve been ill and intensely insomnia’d recently – slowed down enough to obligingly revise my to-do lists from twenty things to one – or two if the gods are smiling.  In the in-between times, too tired to sleep or read or write or hold a thought long enough to notice what it is …. I’ve been […]

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First Snow, November

November 28, 2015

First snow of the winter, we take a break and make double spirals on the soft wet of the roof, catch fat snowflakes on our faces, delighted again by the magic of change. Inside, the bells ring on… Metal on bell metal, glass on glass.  These sounds mark our hours, births, weddings, deaths.  They chime at our […]

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The Well

November 15, 2015

stare and stare at these paintings, make a choice to add paint, increase opacity, move a line, stare again and question and re-form my understanding of the work and my own approach to collaboration – what is changing?  why and how the change?  How can I follow – willingly submit to change myself, when I cannot see the future? […]

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Vivaldi at August’s end

August 30, 2015

Summer grows into Autumn. In two weeks I play cello for these, and for Gloria and the Oboe Concerto in F (more info here); it’s good to have such a soundtrack to live and work by.  Thank you, Vivaldi, for composing this music 300 years ago. I listen to II mvt of the Oboe concerto as […]

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in the grip

February 9, 2015

3:56am, sweatered on the couch with the green blanket tucked around my legs. I can’t see them, but I am aware physically and psychologically that I have good, warm slippers on my feet, and that they are a deep, warm pink. In a moment I will pull the reliable stapler out of my purse, turn […]

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Lift out

October 24, 2014

These days begin in darkness and wet. We live in multiple layers of clothing against the cold damp of constant seeping rain, walk under umbrellas, and peek out from under shelter until some blue sky appears. Then we breathe the blue and the coloured leaves, and roll in the damp ones underfoot.  We go to […]

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#Selfie 18: Spiral in; Spiral out

July 18, 2014

4:30am in the studio is like hanging out with a special old friend I’ve not seen for a long time.  We both like gentle light, strong hot coffee.  We share a deep enjoyment of the act of listening to the day as it begins.  I feel my face wake up, muscle by muscle, and take […]

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