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Studio Expansion Photos

Studio Space Shot 6

Recently, the family and I decided it would be a good idea to move my bedroom out of the studio. For a whole evening we laboured moving furniture around on the second floor of the house. The result is that both my bedroom and studio have their own separate rooms.

Studio Space Shot 7

The disorganization of my brain is evident in these photos.

Studio Space Shot 5

There is a god and it’s name is order!

Studio Space Shot 3

Logically one would think that nothing could be created in here and truth be told nothing is being created in here for I am missing one all to important feature; that of work table that is high enough to stand at, for working; namely to get the packaging, photography and cutting area off of my creation table which all to often becomes cluttered with everything but art.

For now cardboard is serving two purposes, that of a table a for shooting product photos and that of packaging. Pictured below is the newest edition to my shop; mini greeting cards!

Studio Space Shot 1

I’ll be commissioning my brother, the carpenter to build a table very shortly. Until then, I’ll make do with what I have.

And how could you not love that red vintage swivel rocking chair! I bought that close to 8 years ago from an office worker whose office was closing before leaving for Vancouver. They wanted $150 for it. After frantic negotiation he settled for $75. Then the arms and legs were removed, refinished and put back on hence restoring it to it’s original luster! Yes, I know how to sand and refinish vintage furniture.

Studio Space Shot 2

Happy!

Happy!

Note to self: I must figure out where to put the new printer I am expecting tomorrow in the mail! The Epson paper and ink arrived today.

Today is my Birthday

Is 35 middle age?

Many of the women in my family live well into their nineties. I will not be middle aged until I turn 45. How grand is that; I have another 10 years before the infamous mid-life crisis!

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Until then, I will continue living, creating and enjoying life all the while smiling wearing these sunglasses at night that I found on the ground this past Hallowe’en.

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Cheers!

And just a note and BIG thank you to everyone who has wished me a Happy Birthday via Etsy, Facebook, Twitter and email! Etsy and Facebook go so far as to program a Happy Birthday message into your dashboard in celebration of your special day!

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34th Birthday Post
33rd Birthday Post

Photocredits – PicsByIan

I was in a four car pile up

…and survived along with everyone else involved including two babies. The worst injury is a bad case of whiplash.

Word of advice…

Always keep an eye out for drivers who are cutting up the shoulder of the road passing on the right of traffic going in the same direction as they are in one lane of traffic if you are turning left into that one lane of traffic while traffic is stopped at a red light and a big blue truck is letting you go through onto the street you are turning into because traffic is stopped.

I feel very sad and still shook up. The driver avoided me sideswiping the back end of my car turning into where I had turned out of while turning left and smushed into one vehicle that in turn hit the vehicle in front of it then the screaming began about babies in a car and I was numb. I went to get out… And a woman ran over to me and asked if I was OK and I replied yes. She said don’t get out. He is irate. It happened so fast. I didn’t see him. There was a big blue truck stopped at the crosswalk letting me go though. I am only two blocks away from home. This isn’t real. The lady called the police. The lady asked if I needed to call anyone. I couldn’t remember. She dialed the number for me. I left a message with my family.

I don’t chew gum… I don’t smoke… and I don’t own a cell phone to even use while I am driving. The radio is always off. All I do is drive. My brother witnessed a woman thrown from her motorbike… killed instantly at the same intersection. A friend of mine had her whole left leg crushed under the weight of a transport truck at the SAME intersection while crossing the crosswalk.

I didn’t see him. OMG. I caused that womans babies to be hurt. Oh. so much noise. Sirens. Police. Ambulances. People don’t care except for the woman standing beside me out the window. Cars are driving away before the police even get here. They don’t care. It’s rush hour and it’s mad!

The tears start.

Drivers always wave for you to go through there you know. EVERY TIME that light is red they always leave room for others to turn left into the neighborhood. It’s been that way for umpteem years. BUT as you turn left you do so v.e.r.y… cautiously as so many drivers cut up that right hand shoulder to make it past the neighborhood entrance to where the the lane widens into two. He was driving so fast. That big damn silver grey blue giant dump truck was in the way. I couldn’t see the pick-up truck coming right at me. The big blue truck left the scene.

The cop comes over. Are you ok? Yes. Can you move your vehicle? Yes. I drive into the adjacent elementary school. Why aren’t the cops taking me away. I caused the accident. I see my mom running down the road. I laugh thinking she had run the whole way here from wherever she was as I hadn’t seen the truck she drove. I can’t stop crying. So much noise. OMG… they are taking passengers away. OH… no. Dad and my brother arrive… we heard it on the news! I caused the accident by turning left.

…there is only one lane there Jessica, Dad says.

Dead.Silence.Overtakes.Me for the second time. In all the seventeen years I’ve been driving I imagined there were two lanes there and always edged out ever so cautiously because of that to make that left hand turn as I’ve almost been hit too many times to count.

It is one lane.

I got hit.

It is not my fault. I feel sad. He avoided me and turned hitting two other stopped vehicles. I try not to think about what would have happened if he had not turned.

… why do I see headlights in my right peripheral vision…
smuck.
CRASH. CRASH.
silence.
SCREAMS!

Random Weird Tagging

Elephantine tagged me! Thank you.

Missy Two shoes

Here are THE RULES:
Link your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
•Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
•Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
•Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

7 Random Weird Things

    1. I haven’t had sex in 5 weeks. Seeing as my sex buddy and I broke up.
    2. I prefer red wine to white wine. A number 2 is just fine.
    3. My bedroom doubles as a studio. Oddly enough it is much more studio than bedroom.
    4. I know how to sand and finish antique plaster walls and ceilings.
    5. I can and do grow some of my own food organically.
    6. My cat, Missy Two Shoes loves to have her hair blow dried and combed.
    7. I have lost 31 pounds in 2 years. I am now a comfortable size 6 down from a size 12 and weigh 135lbs.

I tag Range, David, Scott, Candice, Jafabrit, raincoaster and Robyn.

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If I was Elected Mayor

When I am elected mayor of Saint John, New Brunswick…

I will triple public transportation.

I will double the tax the Irving Corporation’s pay to the city for polluting it.

I will force fines and public cleanup on people who think it cool to camp out and swim in our drinking water on the East Side of the city. I admit I went once about 7 years ago and left flabbergasted at the destruction and garbage, broken glass and trees I saw surrounding that fresh water lake.

I will introduce a blue box program and educate the public on how to properly use it.

I will open up zoning in more populated residential areas to ensure people could operate home based businesses of all kinds to reclaim the wealth lost when the malls came in the seventies. I will urge grocers at a local level to open up shop there within walking distance in these forgotten neighborhoods.

I will increase funding to the arts community at a grass roots level employing city artists to decorate this grey city with sculpture, wall paintings, metal and music. Free Public art to appease the needs of the decaying malnourished populace.

I will make our streets safe by promoting daily community night walks.

I will allot public green spaces in every community for growing organic food targeting the poorest neighborhoods and offer them the education to know how to sustain it.

I will push for federal and provincial funding to help the addicted of this city. There is nothing here to help you if you are addicted to anything other than alcohol or gambling. I will increase finding to help the mentally ill on all levels. Resources and treatment programs are almost non existent here.

I will pass a law that no more fast food joints can open in this city.

I will fight to have minimum wage raised to $10 per hour.

I will continue uptown waterfront development.

I will work with industry making sure federal environmental laws are being met or exceeded.

I will continue to improve the city‘s old infrastructure saving, repairing or replacing the irreparable.

You know, we all want the same things; happiness.
We must think about us and not just me, me, me.

There is a municipal election in this city on May 12th, 2008. Sadly, I don’t fully believe in any of the candidates.

What would you do?
Would you vote?

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967 days later…

Memories accumulate over time interlacing overlapping each other causing fog to form at the base of one’s understanding. We see people in passing who at one time understood us; perhaps even loved us and whom we used to love to. They dwell between the nether regions of our souls; a place dark perhaps distraught from years of neglect and solitude.

When you see what it really is
that is what you’ll “get”
Got it?

I don’t know why I saw her tonight. I don’t know why she was there dancing. I couldn’t understand the memories that surged yet understood why and how they became.

We ingested copious amounts of drugs together. We partied days at a time. Not hours. Nor evenings. Days. 72 hours? 3 days turned into weeks for me. Months. Years. Passed.

It broke tonight. The craving for intoxication. Annihilation. Emptiness. I saw her and all that was is. All that will be was forgotten.

Nine hundred and sixty seven days later I remain sober of GHB.

Fuck, the last two weeks became stupendously hard for me and I don’t know why. It was all I could do but work, draw, write, sleep, not sleep, be, not be, freak silently while the cravings raced over me, through me and around me. How can this be? How!!! Talking to someone here in this freaking city is irrelevant. People here in this small town have no clue. NONE.

So, I will talk to you. You who will not judge, nor react. You who will accept. You the unknown, the present tense of life.

It melted away tonight. As quickly as it hit, two weeks later it melted, evaporated. It’s been a long long time since I’ve craved like this. Maybe the longest it has ever lasted since I quit. The whole of the month of April, 2008 has nearly strangled me with… the words just don’t exist to continue writing right now.

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On silliness, smiles and the pursuit of happniess

Is it as hard as taking that first step into the unknown or is it as easy as risking everything for something substantial. These nights I find myself pondering questions, seeking answers and challenging myself all in the pursuit happiness.

Deco Bird

I don’t smile anymore when I’m not happy nor will I make small talk when in a fowl mood. Why? Because it’s fake. I believe in honesty. I’m not saying I’ll jump down your throat when you smile and say hello but I may not respond with the same enthusiasm you have per say.

A smile needs to be genuine. A smile needs to be trusted. A smile needs to show your character. When created in truth a smile is pure soul. Nothing less. Nothing more. It is integral that we as human beings become aware of realism.

Don’t you get tired of TV? Of all that shit the politicians smile saying will be better someday. Now I’m laughing. Silly politicians.

Reality is it’s freezing outside here tonight. Reality is exhaustion from working 10 to 12 hour days, seven days a week. Reality is a beloved family member is terribly sick. Reality is keeping in check what is real and throwing away what is not.

Image Title – Deco Bird, ink and marker on acid free paper

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I watched them pack or Seasons Greetings!

Hear no evil, See no evil, Speak no evil - jessicadoyle.ca

I watched them pack sunflowers
I watched them pack autumn leaves
I watched them pack orange berries
amidst stems and wreaths

I watched them count
I watched them punch it in
I watched them count
I watched them pack

it in…

to oversize black garbage bags,

Autumns last breeze.

It will not compost
As it is mostly plastic

Nor be loved
or be seen for a million years
lest humans dig it up
in search of yesteryear.

I see things everyday not unlike you.
I do things everyday not unlike you.
Some of these things deeply concern me.

At 80% off they didn’t sell

and

I moved Christmas into it’s place.

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