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Traffic noise amidst the winds of change

The life was sucked out of me on 12th Avenue. The incessant traffic noise I wrote about on more than one occasion in my journal. It didn’t ebb and flow there but rather marched no cannon balled and madly screamed back and forth along that magnificent tree lined East Vancouver Street.

I remember mere moments of stillness when the traffic did stop for a light or for a pedestrian brave enough to cross through Continue reading

Have you ever tried to work out the way you think.

I think about this person saying these things to another person.

“She is fabulous!
She is an artist”

“Oh really
tell me more”

Tonight it dawned on me. It rose up beyond the clouds into perception;
into reality.
I think about people and what they think of me
much of the time.
Is that,
what I am thinking?


I think about those people saying things to other people when in fact, I am thinking about saying things to other people about themselves.


Goals for the Lovely Month of May with Moon

Early Morning MoonLearn to manage time effectively.

During the month of May
I go to be tested for
ADHD -eh.

On a waiting list for 18 months.
This is a long time.

I got the call:
“Ahhhhhh really…
Whaaaaaaaaaa?” went I.

To be living in a friendly bug environment. That is, bugs that drink human blood for a living are not welcome. This brings thoughts of returning to a vegetarian diet with dairy products and fish diet.

Go to orientation at Gallery Gachet.

MailArt continues. New MailArt to send and pics of what has been sent and since arrived.

Blog about design. GULP the fear. I will be shedding fur on this. Take the fracking word “expert” off of my resume. Dammit. Old habits die hard. Think abote dat. Writing down expert is what I learned to do. Notice past tense.

A shot of my computer monitor in 2004

Ask questions when uncertain before whirlwinds ensue!

Purchase missing/lost mini-dv camera parts so I can snap pretty pictures. It is not possible to scan my garden. What would the neighbors think? Agfa hovers above my garden. A bright white light… mania ensues. Google knows.

Find my memory. Joking.

This is funny.
Kitchen table and no chairs.
Drafting table and no drafting table chair.
Two love seats and no coffee table.

Officially announce that I joined the experiment.

I am now a Scientologist. That is a joke to. I can identify with being Catholic as I was raised such, and have that guilt that many people whisper of. Is that what I believe. I believe in people, ideas and common ground. Public ground? Does belief hurt?

Be kind to the unknown.

Plant tomatoes and other warmer weather lovers.

Revisit the idea of routine.

Right the wrongs and be.

Practice coding.

Strive to do what you write and say what you believe.

Idel-de-di-dally tiddlely widdly beanstalks were vectorized

© Vector Beanstocks

The beanstalks were drawn by hand in pen right before they vectorized.!

These three beanstalks will be available in my ART SHOP on April 26, 2008 as a print. Until then have a visit to it! Enjoy!


© BeanstalkWomyn Artists: Paperbullet, Wagonized and Breeze.

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Chocolate Chip Cookie Flowers – illustration and contest

Chocolate Chip Cookie Flowers - Illustration - JB

Title – Chocolate Chip Cookie Flowers
Medium – watercolor, micron 005 pen and colored pencil on cold press watercolor paper
Paper size – 4″X10″ (10.2cm X 25.3cm)
Painting size – 33/16” X 93/16” (8.1cm X 23.3cm)

Artist Statement – These edible flowers have little winged chocolate chip cookie bugs that survive on the nectar of this species. Think of this as an orchid; without each other, neither would survive.

Price – $400CDN ($350US)
Please use the contact form on this Blog to send me your mailing address for shipping. After the paypal payment has been approved and accepted, I will package and mail your purchase the following day.
Thank you.

EDIT – Until I learn how to embed the paypal button you cannot purchase this illustration. In the mean time enter the contest below. Button has been removed.

Close-up of one of the Chocolate Chip Cookie Flowers - JB

This is a rare illustration signed with my married name of JB not JD (Jessica Doyle). I have since divorced and returned to legally signing my maiden name of Doyle. For close to three years I mostly used my legal married name when signing illustration and/or art.

The contest – Can you guess what my married name was?

The Signature - JB 2000 - Can you guess what my married name was? Begins with "B".This contest is open to anyone who does not know me in real life; that is, anyone who has met and spoken with me offline cannot enter this contest. Anyone who knows me solely from being online can enter this contest. As far as I know there exists only a few references containing my married name that begins with the letter B online.

Are you smart enough to find my married name? If you are and you guess the right name with the proper spelling by leaving your guess as a comment on this post, I will email you a 300dpi ready for print jpg of the above Chocolate Chip Cookie Flower illustration for your personal enjoyment.

Happy guessing!

About learning to take things seriously when needed and hapazardly when things are not that important

Switching on intelligence is at most difficult when one is faced with making life’s decisions. Being ruled by the heart can be whimsical at times yet underrated as a form of intelligence most of the time. Written in anger, not really. We need to believe there is something larger than ourselves to exist. You are not the only human being living on earth and neither am I. What is the price tag for human life? What is it that causes us to measure a person’s wealth by currency alone?

We all know this isn’t true. On a deeper emotional level, it hurts knowing that the almighty dollar, is just a dollar; a piece of paper or metal and now digital numerics for what? Numbers are universal. No, arithmetic is universal and perhaps one other thing.


So the good art. The bad art. Good art and bad art. Good Grover, bad Grover, near. far.

Returning back to the discussion at hand, I must say that veering off into an intelligence, present and rarely used to it’s capacity, is, fun. I was in search of answers this last week. I unplugged myself for nearly three days. I hung out with my closest friends.

Good friends have a way of leveling things out for you. With you? The conversation is grand, common and mutually honest. We share hugs and kisses. We cry, we listen. We understand. We eat.

Hap-hazardously living lately describes well the months of January, February and March of this Blog. Not really knowing or being just moving along, absorbing outward stimuli. I found I had to stop everything and decide. I needed space to think, to ponder and eventually recognize and choose whether to **stay or go. I have been overextending myself, hands in a little but not really in all the way with people, places, countries, genres, beliefs.

Fear alone does guide us occasionally. Eventually this fear materializes and you recognize what it is and accept it. It really is all one needs do.

A couple of friends have written these sentiments in my journal(s) upon asking them to draw, or them asking me to draw, in it. Collectively, they wrote and drew of eyes and masses. There are so many of us. Is that significant? Only if you believe it to be.

Trivialities are not life. Life is serious business.

Swallow the shit but never forget to poop it out of ya.
What goes in, must come out.

**The choice was to stay in Vancouver or go Back East to Saint John. Ha ha I got you. I will always blog as long as I am capable. To blog or not to blog was never the question.