Yet I continue to let my first world problems get me down.

My body has been yanking me rudely out of bed at obscene hours of late. Before sunrise. Before the action of the day. Before spectacles. The view is dark, quiet, blurry.

Oh! how I look forward to the light, the warmth, of spring. I miss that girl who is all sunshine and rainbows. I am hoping I will find her on the other side of the weekend. If I don’t I will hunt that bitch down and ply her with martinis until she returns.

Wah.

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Originally I had liked the pressure of thirty days. It squares things nicely. Yet, clearly thirty days have come and gone for “body parts”. Today the words of graffiti artist Chaz Bojórquez resonate.

“You need to spend whatever time it takes to “listen” to your painting.”

So meagre progress. Progress none the less.

Also. Spray paint. Too much fun.

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Where’s Waldo?  Check out MoMa’s Andy Warhol: Motions Pictures.

heARTbeatgal is in there somewhere. Hahahahaha…!!!

I try so hard to love you Ottawa. You are home, and beautiful, and safe.  But shit…you are losing your cool and coolest at an alarming rate and that makes me blue. I repeat, I want to love you.

So I spent most of today doing things to repair my faith.

1. Visited some “major” ladies to have my hair chopped. Studio B: Urban Modern Hair where have you been all my life?

My new do! It wouldn't be me without the wad of gum!

2. By chance, I got to see in person a painting, and its “major” lady subject as it happens, that for weeks I have not been able to get out of my head. Felt a little fated. A remarkable piece by Ottawa artist Zaneta Pernicova. HeART!

Even better in person! ZANETA Pernicova!

3. Indulged my new obsession with street art by buying and spending most of the afternoon pouring over the updated edition of Graffiti World: street art from five continents. Then spent some time in the streets.

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All in all, a pretty good grey day to love my home. Or,…was it just the high I got from my new leather pants!?

And frankly, I’m glad my peeps are fleeing. It gives me more time to get to know you, Ottawa.

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A little update on the body parts project. It goes. Slowly. In parts.

The foundation has been laid. The parts are collected.

I want to say it feels good. It feels. And that is good.

Consolidation (C) Regarde, j’ai ajouté ceci pour que ça soit plus joli!

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Kinda sunny. Still stinky.

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