‘Living wild is it’s own reward.’

“No matter how dry and tame and nice we live, we will die. We will also suffer along the way. Living wild is it’s own reward.” -SARK

Right now, I’m sitting on a ledge in a park between a needle drop off and three gigantic games of chess. I’ve just gotten off of a shuttle bus to downtown Montreal and am now wating further instructions to an acquaintances-boyfriends apartment so that I can crash on his couch tonight (and maybe tomorrow or so). I would have stayed with her but she’s out of town, my other friends here are all: in the middle of a move, getting their carpets ripped out and/or swamped with other house guests. Essentially the best timing.

I’m also needing to find an apartment for myself+roommate+cat in the next few days because no one will confirm a tenant application via the internet, and have orientation at Concordia tomorrow afternoon (I’ve never been to university before!). Whole new world?

On the upside of luck, french boys all have incredible eye brows (according to my hours worth of research) and I’ve been invited to a downtown gallery opening and a friends indie pop show this week. I’m already drooling for the arts scene, & the people watching.

Oh, and I haven’t slept because my flight left at 6 30am and my (darling+so generous) friends and I were up all night packing up my old bedroom till the very last second.

So, thank god for SARK and her ‘live wild’ talk.
Cause, I’m a pretty wild girl but this is the wild-est I’ve ever been.

Seeing Double Double

Here are some long exposure photographs I took with my digital camera a few weeks ago. I’ve found that the light from street lamps is perfect for creating this sort of effect. The whole process of it really exhilarating, there’s a lot of trial and error to get interesting alignments and each photo takes about 30 seconds to process. I probably spent close to an hour sitting on the ground. These are the coolest of the bunch:

Collaborations with Colby – Floral Patterned Skin

A few months ago Colby and I had a photo shoot day in his apartment. He just gave me the (film) photos he took with slide images of family vacations and flower gardens projected into the wall and my bod-ay-ay. Here they are:

It’s funny how they turned out exactly and nothing like I imagined.
So happy with them, absolutely love the articulations of colors on skin, and now just want to take more more more!

Over Share.

what makes an image, or a comment, or person shocking? or too much? or an over share?

Sometimes, like right now, I’m skeptical and self conscious and scared that the art and the writing I’m interested in creating will be/are “too much”. That I’m “too much.” That my vocabulary will fail me in expressing the nature of my work. That in my effort to evoke honesty I’ll be perceived as the opposite. That I’ll falter in defending my opinions, my art and myself. That I wont have the courage to create the work I’d like to. Right now, I’m scared to post this nude-ish picture, but I’m doing it anyway.

I took this in the reflection of a public washroom stall wall at Amigos in Saskatoon,
right after taking this:

^Lady Bar, as a part of my Panties Project.

I don’t know how exactly but, I want to stretch the concept of “taboo”. To open up conversations about sexuality and sex and what it means to be vulnerable and how we (humans) can feel comfortable being what we are. I aim to be courageous in honesty and kind in understanding. Fuck the “shhhh’d” conversations of the insecurities and mishaps and tremendous joys that come with having a body and a brain, lately I’ve found myself always rolling my eyes at anyone saying “inappropriate”.

From what I’ve seen and heard and been told, I think that my Panties Project has accomplished this in a lot of ways. It’s also encouraged my conceptual development in areas which I had previously thought would be rejected all together. I’m interested in expanding these explorations of self perception, vulnerability and the fears that haunt the subconscious (example: my chronic washroom nightmares) through performance, self portraits and writing. I can’t do that in G-rated way, which increases the scared factor when remembering how small my home town is and that someday my grandma might see my highly personal and traditionally “inappropriate” art.

So call me an over-share, and I’ll thank you for it.

View from the Roof

A couple of weeks ago, after the Vintage Darlings sale at the Creative City Center, Marian let Neil, Colby, Katherine and I up onto the roof. The only way up is by a step ladder, and through the ceilings trap door, which is terrifying if you’re me and scared of anything higher than your kitchen counter. But once you’re up, it’s so worth it.

Colby was also taking pictures and snapped these ones of me, I love our contrast in styles.

You can see the rest of his gorgeous dreamy focus photos here.

Immediate reaction: “Ah! Amazing!”

Art.Love.Sex » Wash-Rinse-Repeat by Miklos Legrady.

…and then this, made me laugh a lot. I love it, it’s like my ideal valentines day picture.

also via the Art.Love.Sex blog but uncredited.

And, another beauty I found today while researching this ‘sex-blogger-scandal’:

 

Appropriately titled ‘Blue Monday’ and possibly taken of/by the blogger herself, who goes by the pseudonym, ‘Marie Calloway’, but I’m not positive.

Amazing!