Senior Days

July has been an eventful month thus far. In between my best friend’s wedding and many birthdays, I painted this sweet little face. Her name is Tala and she is a senior rescue dog. Here she is posing all innocent and docile, but beware! she can take a thumb out if she catches you with a Dorito.img_0129

Despite our unusually rainy Toronto weather lately, I’m trying to enjoy the summer as best as I can. A gentle sweet look brightens the mood. Painting the blues away, as per usual.

Something else that happened this month is that I turned 30! Looking at Tala’s soft expression, I am reminded that it doesn’t matter how old we are, we are all lovable, especially if we are irresistibly cute. Working on that last part…

Bring it on, 30 😉


It’s been a while…

It’s been a while since my first post. I have many excuses, none of which are any good. The truth is, I’ve been feeling a little lost lately. But now it’s time to get back to the plan and figure out how to keep moving. And the only solution for moving forward is to actually be moving… And painting.
This playful expression was too cute to pass up. The funny looking guy belongs to a Youtuber and “Spiritual Guru” named JP Sears. I admire him for his gentle approach to difficult life topics and also for his amazing sense of humour.  Zephyr makes a few appearances in JP’s hilarious videos, and I noticed he looks a lot like my own wolfie, Pika.

We’ve had Pika for a couple of years now, and every once in a while I am overcome with gratitude for having her in my life. She brings me so much joy and happiness, especially lately when I’ve been feeling rather blue. All it takes is a silly tongue hanging out, or an awkward sleeping position and I seem to melt with appreciation. We could learn so much from our furry friends. They too are spiritual gurus here on Earth.

Blank Canvas Terrors

When is it a good place to start?

Any writer, any college student knows that familiar horror: the empty page. Full of sweet possibility, equally full of the potential for failure. Not knowing what to write, what to say is scary and uncomfortable. It’s all on you; the sole responsibility of putting it all down in a coherent way.

Here is an empty canvas. Here is an empty new blog. Here is the beginning of something that was in the works, both accidentally and deliberately for years now. Each painting, each project starts in this inevitable place. Stroke by stroke, it takes form. Word by word, the thought takes shape. And then it’s done. You can judge it later, only if it’s to learn, to get better.

I have wanted to get started on this for a while now, not because I think I’m great but because I had the urge to for so long, and that urge needs to have a place to go. It’s as simple as that, you sometimes have to give yourself that chance to experience the possibility, to experience the failure, too.

Can you even go wrong if you are simply acting on your curiosity?

I don’t need to pretend that I have mastered the way. That I have mastered painting, or that I’ve even mastered English grammar.  I just want a place of my own to get excited about, to make home. It’s my little corner of the universe to illuminate.

A real-world “Happy Place”: Jasper, Alberta