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Sunday, November 07, 2021

Sunday Thots

 Hello friends,

 Time change is fucking me up, of course. Woke up this morning at 2 a.m, formerly 1 a.m. and yet, if normally when I have trouble sleeping I wake up at 3 a.m which would be 4 a.m., right? Oh well, I wrote a bunch of confessional and silly social media posts and ended up falling back to sleep around 5:30 a.m. I’m here now, somewhere between the old and new times. It’s harder to adjust with aging. To pretty much everything, they say.

 Charles and I are working on Experiment-O this weekend. I start working on that in the summer, inviting contributors and doing a basic layout by the fall, then Charles comes in and pretties it up.

 My attention span is short this morning. We’re waiting for the groceries to arrive.

 “Art can do this – excavate a buried thing inside of us and hold it up until our eyes adjust to the bright truth of it.” Sin Boldly, A sermon for Reformation Day by Nadia Bolz-Weber

 I’ve been painting wings with my hands enshrouded in vinyl gloves. It’s really fun.

 “My father threw me a puffball mushroom as big a beachball and I didn't catch it and it broke into tiny glowing white pieces on the dark ground. Shards of the moon.” Jason, Logan, Toronto Ink Company, The Colour, Wild Grapes. Aside from a phenomenal ink maker, this fellow is a poet. Also, please subscribe to his newsletter. As he says, “I am trying to build a colour revolution one reader at a time.”

 Sarah Bodman’s Book Arts Newsletter makes me want to make artist’s books. UK friends, if you’re in London. Into the Dark Woods - Su Blackwell, Long & Ryle, London, UK 17th November - 17th December 2021 A book launch and accompanying exhibition of new works by Su Blackwell at Long & Ryle Gallery London, opening Wednesday 17th November 2021, 5pm - 8pm. Fragile and beguilng book sculptures? Fairy tales with strong women characters? I’m there. And here is more of Blackwell’s art.

 The groceries came. No laundry this weekend.

 I’m in love with November light and I have a lifelong love affair with trees. I leave you with some photos from last week’s walk to Strathcona Park, Sandy Hill and Lowertown.

Ottawa, you’re lovely in the autumn.

 I urge you to get out there and bathe yourself in that golden light if you can. I feel so much better. Actually I’m feeling good these days. I am 12 years past my expiry date and no longer rotten.



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