Fun Fight

Fun Fight
Originally uploaded by My Art4Life.

There are ways to amuse oneself that don't include the computer or TV. Here's a great idea! Run out and try it with your friends. This is my grandfather, Steve and his friends amusing themselves. Steve is the one with his head hanging over the boxcar.

chief, cook and bottle washer

my faithful commentor and audience of one was wondering what my new job is, so I though I would post it, just in case there is someone else out there listening. I am the art gallery coordinator for the First Nations Art Gallery at the Prince George Native Friendship Centre. The gallery is going through some changes, and I am the catalyst, the labourer, and the staff. I have two Part-time staff members who are there to fill in for me, but basically I co-ordinate everything that happens in the gallery. It is a fairly large (and beautiful) space and I am excited to have the opportunity to do this. I expect I will learn a lot.

back in the grind

You haven't heard from me in a while because I have accepted a full time job. I have 90 days to prove myself. This is the end of week one and all I have proven is that I am not used to being amongst so many people and so much noise everyday. Working at home has been like working in isolation. It has been good in many ways, but I had no idea how 'bushed' I'd become. People are coming to me at work looking for quick decisions and I am still shocked that someone is even speaking to me. "What? Oh, you mean me? You want ME to decide?" Over the last 3 years the dogs really haven't said too much. The odd woof. The decisions were quite simple, dog food or treat?

peace in the middle east?

I was listening to a "rebroadcast" of Ideas on CBC the other night. The speaker was Ronald Wright. He was going on about the possibility of Neanderthals and the Cro-Magnons coexisiting peacefully in the area know as the Middle East, Neanderthals in the North and Co-Magnons in the south. The middle, he says, was sort of a meeting ground. Now, I don't know about you, but I was taught that the Neanderthals were big hairy bruits who walked upright but carried a big stick. But Ronald paints a picture of individuals whose brain capacity was much larger than Cro-magnon, and whose bodies were well adapted to the cold of the north where they lived. For example, sloping foreheads meant less surface area exposed to the wind, protecting the brain from becoming dangerously chilled. If those of you with these facial features today have now gained a new respect for your appearance, I have done a good thing. Of course, if you believe you were made in the image of a super-creative being, God, as I do, you won't have to worry where that heavy set of brows came from.

break from the familliar

Here I am with 6 hours of time on my hands every day. Both kids are back in school. My daughter, for the first time, goes to school all day, every day. I thought I would be a motivated machine accomplishing more than ever before, however old habits die hard and I find myself filling every day with the redundancy of housekeeping. How long will this continue? When will I have had enough? My canvases and brushes call to me everyday, begging me to pick them up, even if it is just for a little while. It will be good when I am finished with this self-inflicted punishment. Maybe I just don't know where to start. There is safety in the familiar. Maybe I could start with rearranging my studio space, but then that is just housework in disguise, isn't it?

no art...

I had this idea that I would post some of my art. The posting of the pathetic "glasses" illustration was an attempt to test out the process. Unfortunately, I still have technical problems that need not exist. What am I talking about? Well, I took pictures of some of my work, but for a while now, my digital camera software has refused to talk to the camera. I made a half-hearted effort to fix the problem, then abandoned the entire thing. I am now relying on Kevin to download my photos onto his laptop and pass them to me on the memory stick which is a very slow process. Sigh. I really hate trouble shooting THAT much.