my bits of heART come to me fully formed
when these bits remain unresolved i become positively restless
without my model i am left with nothin’ but imagination
the idea has now moved from doodle to painted doodle
progress? …or am i just moving farther from that bit?
imagination can be a dangerous thing
patience is near impossible!
p.s. my experiment with acrylics has begun in earnest. i remain unconvinced.
my car was broken into
right in my lane
the assailants absconded with a pile of dusty change and my sense of security
my expressionism class, just after, provided the victim support
…AND I am kind of insulted that the crackheads didn’t seem to be interested in my music.
life is still
I not quite sure what to do with myself
my body is en route shortly to OFW
my heART is already at LFW ‘dahlings
heARTs for LFW
and the interwebs
i am keeping this thing turned on
let’s have more love all year ’round
here is what happens when
the eve of Ottawa Fashion Week
a MOMA modern art history “expressionism” module
reflections on an odd number of weeks
a Marie-Claire magazine
…and, of course a reverent nod to both Wangechi Mutu and Egon Schiele who rocked my world this week
couldn’t resist playing with this light
what does heARTbeatgal do when she is craving inspiration?
(and speaks in the third person?)
ready to paint
Ghada Amer & Wangechi Mutu
serious badass female artist warriors both
thank you also Montreal
in case anyone was timing me
but NOT a hole
…now how to celebrate?