Today we were installing our pieces for the group show that I'm in. It was a lot of all over the place, hurry hurry last minute stuff like building a wall. Ha! I was a little bored at times, so I went outside to take photos of the ornamental kale that was planted there last spring. Shit, that stuff is hardy... Wow! I like the dirt ring around it, like it's aura was so warm that it melted all the snow away. Does this mean that spring is coming?

Flavor of the Week...

This is one of the best installations that I've see in a while. Okay Mountain is definitely on my top ten list right now, hence the flavor of the week. I might have even squeezed out a few tears when I read Michael Siben's hilarious blog entry on Fecal Face. It was EPIC! Kinda makes me feel like I should find some rad kids to start a collective.... orrr, I'll just stick it out with my bad ass self in my little hovel.

Poor Little Birdy's.

No wonder they're not eating from the feeder.

Flavor of the Week...

I'm not too sure if anyone knows of Pogo, he does amazing remix's of movies into songs. Brilliant...
This one is my favorite, by far, and I'm shocked that I haven't shared it with you before. I forgot about it for almost a year, so this was a pleasant surprise.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do... its the only thing that I could possibly watch to try and animate the childhood I never had.

The Beast is Deceased.

Unfortunately it's true. After trying to revive her for sometime, it proved to be unsuccessful, cause she's just to darn old.

Dayne had this brilliant idea that he wanted to make hip pouches, and when he realised that my little PFAFF sewing machine just couldn't hack it, he checked craigslist and there she was, living in this woman's closet with 3 others just like her. Dayne called up Mattzor and they took the plastic lil tykes wagon that Naomi left at our house before she moved to Winnipeg, over to Little Burgundy, the neighbour hood next to ours.

At my surprised, they managed to hull this machine ( it weights well over 150lbs.) all the way home, and only bent one wheel out of place on the wagon.

Dayne called her the "slave driver."

I spent so much time on that machine. I created, I cursed, I learned how to fine tune it, and I learned how to be patience. I also sewed through my finger once.

I just feel like I should announce her demise cause I sold her to an Italian for 10 bucks, and he immediately threw out her table, and picked her apart for her goods. I feel bad cause I never said good bye. I just left her there... she had no idea what her fate was going to be.

She sure was pretty.