it blew! it really did! i dunno if it’s cos we were on the wrong side of town or what but holy underwhelming. so glad i put off doing more work for it ha. handed out NO fliers for my show. but steph and i still had fun, matt had his brother with us for a bit and they are exactly alike i was like there is only room enough for one matt in this town, well in my immediate vicinity really. we went to the library pub for poutine and beers to de-crabby my pants and the cook had just quit that nite, so we had popcorn instead and one of those huge skid beers, but could not stop thinking about poutine.

in other news i paid for some glamour shots for fil and cid.

nuit blanche photos on the way omfg i have so much to do today i am going to explode.

me at the height of my crabby.

unrelated to nuit blanche here is a video of steph drunk and belligerent trying wii fit, matt is passed out cold on the couch while i document all of it and cannot even make words happen other than duuuuuuude and my stupid old man laugh.

ok back to nb…

walking to the first shitty installation.

oh look here it is already.

can i buy that entire thing and put it on the balcony? no? ok then what is the point of all that work? don’t tell me it’s to create discussion, pass.

exactly.

installation 2, a bunch of subarus parked in a snakey line all around the buildings, lit up inside with junk, wasn’t even finished when we showed up. fil could have been a part of it with his car hahaha.

i’m certain the creator has some sort of higher meaning for all of it, man’s dependency on uh, buildings and um?

then immediately beside it a checkerboard dancefloor and slow dance, how, uh, relevant, especially the old timey french music and the christmas outfit.

if you have missed attending any nuit blanche let me sum it up for you, all you need is a spotlight, and then some garbage to dangle above it, aim the beam at a wall, blast some obscure music with people’s voices rambling incoherently over it simultaneously. congratulations you are an artist and you were just granted permission for an installation for next year, you’re welcome. bonus points if you have a fog machine and a mask.

yuh-awn.

actually no this was the height of my crabby.

underwhelming zombies.

the people not in zombie garb were more interesting and funny i found, they tapped this guy on the shoulder and he turned and they acted like they didn’t. also, zombies have cellphones and use them, who knew?

this guy was good.

last nite was the very last nite this sign will ever be lit before they gut the store. i know i’m sad too, toronto landmark sniff.

now here’s some art i like, ironical, straightforward, hip.

we were all in v good moods actually.

then we skidaddled from the group.

home for snl and then go through my old youtube videos, it was really fun for me steph. indeed.

w/o flash.

this was a pain in the ass to do cos i drew in all the embellishments first, i like how it came out though.

first thing i ate yesterday

last nite we drank pabst in bed and watched tv and ate it was pretty slovenly and lazy and nice, saved our energy for tonite.

so grounded.

pumpkin beer arrived we’ve been bugging the shit out of our local lcbo for weeks.

it has an HP sauce aftertaste to me ever since the other pumpkin flavoured beer we had, i have to steel myself into thinking it’s pumpkin pie tasting.

i might take my cat mask out tonite.

text me if you’re out a-wandering, skidfanie is with us.

i feel like bart in that episode of the simpsons when he prays for a snow day to get out of finishing his report, then it snows and lisa guilts him about going out to play in it then they declare it national snow day and all of springfield is out partying away in the winter wonderland.

pre-eye makeup, wearing steph’s teeny tiny shirt. i think from now on i’m going to keep dressing like jessica simpson hahahaha:

belly tops are in now right? HEY GUYS I FIT IN. half my shirts are already belly tops, but they didn’t begin that way if you know what i mean ok fuck this i’m going out.

do you guys ever have a shower then go sit on the couch in your towel laptop cruising and then when you get cold you take off the towel from your wet hair head and wear it like a cape because you are too lazy to get up and dressed so you are like in this cape slash cave towel creation for a couple hours then your hair air dries all frazzly and then fil comes home to find this prehistoric demented unblinking shivering crazy-eyed thing crouch/huddled up in towels on the couch?

no, just me?

i’ve been up since 9 talking to everyone i can to avoid working so now i am going to blog, get that out of the way so i can focus on my drawrings.

so no one’s hard-up for cash in toronto? oh cool that’s fine. these are the fliers (it really goes ’til 2am though), all you had to do was stick ‘em around some coffee shops and bars. it’s alright i can put that 20 toward half a half g of blow so i should be thanking you, really.

KIDDING. these days if i partook i’d jump off a building right after my heart exploded into a million pieces inside me.

fil’s irish stew special, it was CRAP, he got the bottom of the pot too.

i shared my souvlaki plate with him. i still felt like eating afterward, almost ordered another meal (totally stress-eatingville) bought pretzels and rented run fatboy run instead. it was kinda meh. oh and the nice glass of red wine i wanted i did not get, i mean i had a glass but it was also blah. fil is v intent on making kilgour’s our new locale. i wanted to try dooney’s last nite for guaranteed nice wine. next time, next time. we also missed kz, dude next time answer your phone or txt me to stay put!

steph let me rummage through her give away garbage bag.

she has the cutest little nest ever.

all my notes, turns out the idea i came up with for an ad the brand had just placed a similar commercial out, i saw it that nite.

it was fun and who doesn’t love money for crap you would normally talk about anyway?

squirrel watch.

some in progress pieces.

this is based on a painting i had as a kid of a teddy bear floating in a bright blue sky with pink balloons. sold it at a garage sale, i wish i had it now. can’t remember the name of the artist.

the vibrancy of the fluorescent paint colours doesn’t even register on my camera, it really isn’t like looking into the sun as much as it appears in these. almost, but not as much.

rickenbacker for steph, sold.

this demented couch will be painted a beigey/brown, maybe gold.

this guy is sold.

jamie is sold.

restocked on fresh canvases, i feel slightly less stressed than before. i haven’t eaten all day i’m waiting for fil to finish some photo editing then we are going out to eat. i feel like greek food and a nice glass of red wine.

my art flickr set.

don’t forget it’s so soon! i had a nice little anxiety attack this morning, no biggie. i have a ton of fliers to spread around town. if someone wants to make 20 bones lemme know. oh and here i am in eye weekly again.

likes biscotti.

i don’t know why though, “hi i could really go for something stale and barely passable for sweet right about now.”