One more opportunity…

Thank-you to all those who came out to the Xmas One of a Kind Show. It was a wildly exciting & exhausting 6 days. I met wonderful patrons & follow exhibitors, and of course came away with some beautiful stuff! Some are presents so I can’t show them, but here’s a sample.

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whippedcosmetics.com & matter company.com

 

 

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Today, if you are in the area, please join me at the Georgina Art Gallery & Centre in Sutton for a Holiday Sale from 10:30am to 6pm.

with gratitude…nadya

My tattoo story

I am honoured that NEITHER SNOW published my photos & story about my recent tattoo. If you have a story to share, please do.

COLLABORATION WITH: NADYA, JAMIE & PETE

Every once in a while I’ll be asked to calligraph song lyrics for tattoo clients. Nadya’s story, and the choice behind this song, is so moving.  There have been times my yoga teacher has played “To Build a Home” during savasana. And so the image of both me and Nadya, separated by thousands of miles, lying on the floor and listening to the same song (through speakers or in our heads) and processing it through our difference life experience made it all the more special.

Close introspection usually comes when one choses a tattoo, something permanent that will resonate with you all your days. When I first heard the song, To Build A Home by The Cinematic Orchestra, it came drifting into my head as I was laying on the floor in Savasana at a yoga studio. I was moved by this beautifully haunting song and as it lingered in my head for days afterward, I realized I needed a closer listen.

My husband had just been diagnosed with cancer and we were in the depths of hell. As our family learned to cope with this new world, the phrase from this song –“I built a home for you, for me” spoke to me. They seemed to be the words that represented me and my position in our lives. Our home was our cocoon away from the world — and I provided the comfort & stability we needed to weather the storm. In our home lived hope and strength, positivity, love and most importantly, laughter.

In the midst of treatment I would drive and listen to this song with the volume cranked. On the overwhelming days when the hurt was new and raw I would cry, but as time passed, tears turned to reflection and with it a kind of peace. It is a wonderfully poetic view of life. The very fact that we truly did build our home was a just a wonderful coincidence.

Life is not fair, it just is. Things happen and how we react and cope with the events that shape our lives are what make us who we are. Of this I am constantly reminded, when I look down at this beautifully scripted affirmation on my arm. Thank you Patrick Watson for writing these powerful words, and thank you Mara for working with me to transform them into something uniquely me.

Thanks to Nadya for sharing her story, to tattoo artist Jamie “Grazzhopper” Lindsey (Toronto), and to photographer Pete Nema.

with gratitude…nadya

 

Open for business!

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The One of a Kind Online Shop is now open! Now you can buy handmade 24/7. I often leave the show thinking, “I forgot to get…” or worse, “I really love that — which aisle was it in?”. No more. From the comfort of your computer (jammies & coffee) to your phone or tablet (travel time — when someone else is at the wheel of course!), you can peruse makers, designers & artisans from all across Canada. Click on the above logo to get to the main website. Click on either of the photos below to get you directly to my products.

New! Prints of many of my canvases are available in blank card format. Now they are printed on thick 16pt, sustainably sourced paper stock with a light satin coating on the outside, and uncoated on the inside for easier writing. Included is a thick, white envelope.

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They look & feel awesome! The cards are roughly 4×6 (105mmx148mm). Choose from girls, homes, buddhas & more. Buy 4 cards & get 1 free! I also have some new, original canvases on the site. Take a look.

For the month of May, I will be offering FREE SHIPPING on everything in my shop.

Let me know what you think!

with gratitude…nadya

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Quick Spring

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A few photos I took outside in the yard this weekend before we were once again, covered by snow.

A Great Big THANK-YOU!

IMG_7787-2First off — a great, big THANK-YOU to all the folks that stopped by P22 at the Spring One Of A Kind Show this past week. It was my second time at the show, but my first actual booth. It was so nice to have more space to showcase my art.

Life loves to throw curves at us, and leading up to this show, our days were filled with extreme highs & lows, & as I raced along I really wondered how much more I could possibly handle. So receiving the kind compliments & words of encouragement that I did during those 5 days really filled me with gratitude & reaffirmed for me that my art touches many fellow souls. I met some incredible people & had such wonderful conversations with them about how the images & sayings related to their lives. I feel that my canvases & cards have all found good homes.

NEA_1016Now that I am an exhibitor at the show, I no longer get to leisurely stroll the long aisles, but I did manage to get some shopping in. Above are a few of purchases, all adding to collections we have already started with these wonderful artisans. The spiky fellow is by Creations Li, the Rebeer glass from Artech Glassblowing Studios, & the awesome grinder is from Arbol.

My next outing is with  Pointer Scrapbooking at Scrapfest In Kitchener April 11-12, where I will be doing mixed-media make ‘n takes at their booth. After that I will be teaching a mixed-media class in Markham at the Pointer Scrapbooking store on Wed April 16th from 5-8pm. Contact the store to confirm your spot!

I look forward to virtually reconnecting with many of you to continue our conversations, and getting to know a little better my new friends.

with gratitude..nadya

The Eagle has landed

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It’s that time of year again. I’m at the Eaglewood Folk Festival this weekend (August 23-25) in sunny Pefferlaw! I have been busy creating jewellery for this show & above is a little sampler. My Buddha cards are back in stock along with some new canvases.

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Know When To Quit

I have a secret — I’m kinda lazy. Now if you don’t know me, you may say, well, OK, big whop. If you do know me, you’ll think I’m lying, because I’m always working on something. But in order to do what I want to be doing, I have to let some things slide. For example, I probably have most of the clothes I wear, currently on my bedroom floor in folded piles and I have just as many art supplies in my bathroom as toiletries. (I wash my palettes and brushes in there. FYI — they are clean & drying.) June is insane for my family and I have just let some things go.

I am always being told by Heidi at Pointer Gifts & Crafts to, “Submit, submit, submit!!!” my scrapbook layouts to magazines in order to be (hopefully) published. I teach classes at her store in Markham, and it would be a great advertisement for both the store and myself if I did. But as I said, I’m lazy. I’m a slow scrapper — I’m picky and put an inane amount of time into the photos, journalling, paper, embellishments, etc. And it’s Heidi. She’s my friend and biggest fan, so I feel she’d biased. It’s like your mom telling you you’re beautiful.  Submitting your work is time consuming. You have to list all of your supplies and take good pictures and, well, by the time I finish a layout, it’s like finishing a term paper or exam — you just want to be done already! I do have to do that for my wares on Etsy — the photos & description, it all takes so much time! But when a stranger sees your work & tells you to submit — well, you listen. An guess what?! I’m going to be published! One of my mixed media canvases will be featured in the September issue of Canadian Scrapbooker. I am very excited & proud of myself. Perhaps I’ll continue to submit…

fondantAs I said, lots of happenings in June, for example my closest friends’ baby turns one today. I consider him partly mine — I was there at his birth and I love Mr Wonderful like he’s mine. So for his first birthday I took it upon myself to make his cake. So this last weekend was the bunny cake making marathon. Even made my own fondant. I must confess I had bunny nightmares and now realize why there are no, good, 3D fondant rabbit cakes out there on the web — they are pretty impossible

bunny caketo make! On Saturday night, armed with my carving knife, iPad, cake, buttercream frosting & fondant, I drew sketches, made a few incisions and I caved after a couple hours and handed the knife over to Mr CFO. I put the white hat on and directed. By 1am we were finished — literally & figuratively and made a pact to never fondant again.

IMG_2295 Ten hours later, The Juicer announced a bunny beheading had occurred in the kitchen. At the last minute, I had changed the positioning of his head from lying on the ground to making him look as if he were sitting. Silly me. The weight of his head was too great and gravity prevailed. Hack surgery commenced involving prayer, toothpicks and a water-filled mason jar for Bunny to rest his head against. Miss Know-It-All and I tenderly drove Bunny to Mr Wonderful’s house a couple hours before the party and promptly dumped it on them and ran! A bowl filled with carrots and garlic scapes replaced the mason jar and Bunny looked like he was grazing instead of losing to a fight with a fox.

IMG_2300 - Version 2With the pomp & circumstance that goes with a first birthday, I wedding-stepped Bunny to Mr Wonderful, and at the end of the song, the honour of blowing out the candle went to his big sis, Miss Drama, because let’s face it, Mr Wonderful didn’t know what the heck I had just placed on his high chair tray and he’s one — he doesn’t know how to blow out a candle!

bunnyDo not fear, he knew how to eat the cake and my no-fail-damn-that-Martha-Stewart chocolate cake with buttercream frosting was a hit with everyone! I even heard a young child rave over my fondant! (I had honestly thought everyone would just peel it off and eat the rest of the cake.) I quietly slipped away to the kitchen with my slice of cake to grab a glass of milk to go with it, and ate my cake with a satisfied grin on my face. Satisfied that I was never going to tango with fondant again. Even though The Juicer’s birthday is 2 days away. Sometimes, like Seinfeld, you quit while you are ahead.

Do you know where you’re going to?

Hurt so good. John Cougar was definitely taking pilate classes when he wrote this song. I’ve recently discovered a new gym, well I can’t call it a gym, because that conjures up visions of treadmill, weights, spinning bikes. Yuck — I can’t do that anymore. The place I now go to whenever I get the chance has Pilates, yoga and restorative classes that have deceiving names like Blissful Hips (aka If-I-Had-the-Strength-I’d-Crawl-Outta-Here-Right-Now!) and Sculpted (aka Curl-Into-Fetal-Position-&-Silently-Sob). But that is only how I feel about halfway through the class.  I power through, clear my mind of everything else going on in my life and for an hour or so, just concentrate on my breath and listening to my body. Let me tell you, my body isn’t very happy with me, and if it could, would probably charge me with neglect and crimes against humanity. NEA_4291

We take our bodies for granted. We expect so much of it, we take, take, take and don’t often give back.  When we do listen, it’s amazing what it tells us it is capable of. We are so busy. We are racing, constantly on the go, and I have been wondering — where are we headed in such a rush? If it’s a race — are we winning?

By the end of my class, my heart rate is back to normal, I am tranquil and feel I can take on the world. (As long as my legs don’t fail me on the way out the door.)  My aim is to attempt to keep that feeling with me longer than it takes to drive to my next destination.

My assignment for you if you choose to accept it is this. Slow down, breathe and listen to your body today and do something nice for it.

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My dance card is getting full…

Wings of change

wings of changeI am so thrilled to be adding 2 more shows to my schedule this summer! I have been invited to participate at the Purple Turtle Art Festival, July 14 & 15 at The Briar’s Resort in Jackson’s Point. I have attended the Festival over the years, and I can’t quite believe I will be a vendor and not just an attendee!

Once again, I will be at the Eaglewood Folk Festival, August 24-26 mere strolling (OK, bike riding) distance from my home!

Here is my current calendar of events I will be participating at:

Saturday, June 3 – Art Xtreme, The ROC, Keswick

Saturday June 9 – Ladies’ Pamper Me Day, Sutton Legion, Sutton

Sunday, June 24 – FARM Georgina, Georgina Ice Palace, Keswick

Sunday, July 8 – FARM Georgina, Georgina Ice Palace, Keswick

Saturday, July 14 – Purple Turtle Art Festival, Jackson’s Point

Sunday, July 15 – Purple Turtle Art Festival, Jackson’s Point

Sunday, July 22 – FARM Georgina, Georgina Ice Palace, Keswick

Friday, August 24 – Eaglewood Folk Festival, Pefferlaw

Saturday, August 25 – Eaglewood Folk Festival, Pefferlaw

Sunday, August 26 – Eaglewood Folk Festival, Pefferlaw

Sunday, September 16 – FARM Georgina, Georgina Ice Palace, Keswick

Sunday, September 30 – FARM Georgina, Georgina Ice Palace, Keswick

For more detailed information, check under “MY EVENTS”.

Thanks for reading and hope so see you sometime soon!

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Put a bird on it

“How old are you Mom?”, asked The Juicer the other day. He knows the answer to that question if anyone should ask. Automatic response is “29”. But today he is asking because  he is suddenly aware that his mother has an expiration date.

If I analyze the month of May, it is not the best month of the year. It marks many anniversaries for me, and not the celebratory kind. I try not to dwell. I try to act like a pessimist — the glass is half-empty type, even my motto in life is, “It could always be worse”. But I think I’m a closeted optimist.

blue eggsSo with endings, come new beginnings…

We had been watching this nest for  weeks. The Juicer can’t keep his beta fish and gecko alive without help, but every morning before school and everyday when we got home he would run down to the cabin of Mr CFO, where Mr & Mrs Robin had chosen to build their nest.

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He would take photos of the nest every couple of days with his iPod. He even had me out there with my iPhone, climbing up to take a peek, then precariously holding onto the roof with one hand and shooting with my right.

When they hatched, it was business time and I trekked down with my Rubbermaid fold-up step and my Nikon. But every time I focused, the babies would stretch up, squirming around thinking food was coming in. robins

By the time I took the last pictures, I was worried for my life. The Juicer said as I had jumped down the last time, a parent robin missed me by  hairs.

I wanted to have this post out last night, but lately I have been coming home exhausted, so my post about how we always have good to look forward to when we feel we are in the midst of bad was to be written and sent out this morning.

This beautiful Saturday morning we were all up at the crack of dawn to see Miss Know-It-All off to Art Camp. The Juicer came in to give us an update on the birdies. Something had gotten at them last night, nothing remained but the empty, battered nest on the ground…

So instead, I leave you with a wonderful poem I recently heard at a funeral for a friend called, “The Dash” by Linda Ellis.

Be well and savour everything!