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big skies
Any one who travels for business knows the heart wrenching experience of landing smack dab in the middle of some amazing exotic locale only to ever experience it from behind the glass of airplane, taxi, and hotel room windows.
Work brought me west to Montana this past week to stew in a mix of Asian-Pacificians (please don’t get me going on the debate between “pacificans” vs. “pacificians”). Montana is a film strip of one spectacular image after another.
Psalms 120:5: Woe is me, that I sojourn in Montana, that I dwell in the tents of Big Sky Ski Resort at a very large number of meetings!
“Little miss professional heARTbeatgal” did not leave herself time to do much other than absorb the decadent scenery from behind panes of different glass. But some Zappa will spice it up!
Thanks Montana! xxo
heARTbeatgal
night moves
I am lying here remembering when the television used to go off the air at night. That sort of comforting good night message. The last few moments spent watching government of Canada approved tourist shots of our great nation set to a men’s choir rendition of the anthem. Then just the hum. Off the air. It is way past late.
Insomniacs are spoiled now. I miss the simpler times. Like 1986. When all a girl and her soul-sister-gal-pal had were some Night Moves and some stolen rye. And, perhaps a little Night Ride. Gawd, I miss those days!
This one goes out to you Sim Sam Sum! I love you and I know you are going to rock this! See you on the other side. Meet you on the badminton court.
xxo heARTbeatgal
My gut has spoken
A special soul recently took the time to listen. To my internal organs that is. She is practicing the art of visceral manipulation.
Bless.
From this I learned that my small intestine was feeling a little uptight. Had some stuff to get off her chest (Yes. I imagine her to be female. Right? Liver…male. Obviously. No? ahem…).
Apparently she is super-duper into Adele. Cool. I dig it. She is also in cahoots with my pal to get me to read David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest. Ok, ok you two…I get it now. Merci.
“…the air over the table like the sparkling space just above a fresh-poured seltzer.”
And that is just p. 6. I declare! It will be read before June. All gazillion pages.
These words marinade with the earthly soulful thumping of my ear buds. I let my organs, my gut, my viscera, my centre, my intuition, that energy that floats above us all paint a thank you for that special soul that took the time to listen. There were important things for me to hear.
Aviva
If you are interested in learning more about this therapy check Aviva out. heART! I am better since. For realz!
Grateful. AND it’s MAY!!!
heARTbeatgal
Bubbi Denore
Through the great fortune of family re-engineering I managed to collect along the way a totally rockin’ jewish grandmother. While well into her nineties, she was so completely au courant we never spent enough time talking about her early days. Quel dommage. It will soon be a year since she passed. I think of her often.
A few days ago I spent time peeking with great reverence through a box of her things, a curious yet comforting number of items. In the box was a handsome well-worn copy of the Naomi Cook Book, Toronto 1928. This past week I carefully flipped through each page many times.
Take a peek at these snaps to understand why I am in love…
For a closer look click.
Thank you Lenore for all the inspiration.
You rock! …and I feel a painting coming on.
Olivia
Puraka
I allowed myself the pleasure of enjoying the spring snow today. I almost really like it. Like exquisite ice sculpture, quickly intensely enjoying it before it melts.
With winter behind me I am taking my first deep conscious breath of spring. It is important. It sets the tone of the next chapter. As I draw this breath I feel a sense of relief, a calm about the path I have set out on.
Now, listen…Ottawa, you and your weekend had your part to play in my good spring humour. Spring brings fall/winter fashion shows (my other favourite part of winter that happens to occur in spring) and this year Ottawa Fashion Week brought them to me . I am happy to be loving Ottawa. She is a bit shy but I believe the cool isn’t just a mirage born out of my desperate bored imagination. It isn’t. I have snaps to prove it. See below.
In all seriousness, OFW, you made some very major improvements in all aspects and it deserves recognition. Well done. Nothing would thrill me more than if this could be a continuing trend. My thirty snaps speak to my impressions.
Rachel Sin and Argentina’s Adib Simon shone in my eyes. I am finding myself day dreaming about Rachel Sin’s gold blazer. Drool…
I wore my local Ottawa treasure Gem à la Folie Cou de Foudre amber, turquoise, and, freshwater pearl necklace to girl up my leather and faux hawk. Having occasion to wear it makes me smile.
I had fun. Inspired. And maybe, just maybe, I will have ,with each fashion season, some fun and inspiration to look forward to right here at home.
Happy.
heARTbeatgal
P.s. I am going to take all that above – the spring, the fashion, the good feeling – and paint that for my dear gal pal before she leaves. 😉
“Too blessed to be stressed!” – Sim Sam Sum
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.
heARTbeatgal
Not exactly thirty days
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.
heARTbeatgal
Audition for Andy: update
Where’s Waldo? Check out MoMa’s Andy Warhol: Motions Pictures.
heARTbeatgal is in there somewhere. Hahahahaha…!!!
Factory girl in the making!
Faith renewed and my new do
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.
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.
heARTbeatgal
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