Tuesday, March 2, 2010

OK Go - High energy rock with incredible videos

Not since Fat Boy Slim's videos have I seen such clever video work as the videos coming out of OK Go, an awesome experimental pop/dance/weird band. Didn't know weird was a genre? Well, know it is. In a good way.

This band has truly harnessed the power of social media to get their music out there; as I am writing this, their new video which was launched yesterday has over 28,000 views. Check it out.

I just downloaded this song at iTunes, along with the old YouTube favorite 'Here It Goes Again', and will be grooving out to it as I clean my very messy office today.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Shot In The Dark - 365 Days of Wil Boucher's Fantastical Photos

Wil has done it again with his new(ish) photoblog Shot In the Dark . A short caveat: I know nothing about photography other than what it evokes in me, and this new series has a feeling of magic to it that was not present in the stark contrasts and fetishistic content of his earlier works.

These primarily architectural photos have a depth of colour and structure that is both engaging and pleasing to the eye; I could imaging his work hanging in a loft apartment in Gastown, or perhaps Old Montreal. It astounds me that these photos remind me so vividly of the painted works of old Impressionists.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Chicklit for the Massess (and the Knitters)

This weekend, instead of doing the laundry, cleaning the bathrooms, or any number of domestic chores that I should have been doing, I indulged myself and read a couple of books that had been recommended to me by a good friend. The Friday Night Knitters Club by Kate Jacobs, and the follow up book, Knit Two, where certainly the antidote to the mental chaos I have been going through as the single mom of a tween girl.

These books chronicle the lives of a group of very diverse women who come together as a knitting club. I know, I know, stop yawning - I found the stories of these women to be extremely engaging, especially the relationship between a single mother and her daughter who is just entering teen-dom, and has her absentee dad show up out of the blue.

I connected with many of the characters in these books. I am very lucky to have some relationships in my life of the caliber that these women have with eachother. (You know who you are ladies and gentlemen.)

Apparently there are tons of book clubs that read this book, and I can totally see why. There are excellent discussion points for people who are interested in building relationships, and in growing their ability to be compassionate.

These books were a salve to my spirit this weekend. Oh, and they inspired me to get back to my knitting. Coming soon... fingerless gloves for typing on cold winter morning in my super cold house! Brrrr...

Friday, September 18, 2009

Wil Boucher - The Flat Iron Building

Wil Boucher has evolved from network administrator and master of online pinball to a very emotive and stylized photographer. Strangely, this architectural shot is very similar to a building found in Vancouver's Gastown, where we first met.

Wil's personality comes through in spades in his photography - he treats architectural elements with reverence, and has a unique eye for color while he photographs people in a film noir fashion, with his tongue firmly planted in his cheek. Be warned - his work can be challenging; it is also very emotive. And rather R rated if you know what I mean - he does tend towards the fetishistic.

I would like to see more of Wil's architectural and color photography on his site; it looks like that style of photography is a clearer representation of the lighter sides of Wil's personality. You can check out his Etsy shop here.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

A Stone for Sam

Life can be very fleeting. It has been a number of years since my particular friend died, and yet I still find myself thinking about her in the spaces between activities. I think about her family, who I never knew, and wonder if they are thinking of her too.

It is easy to be cavalier about life. It is easy to forget how fragile we are. It is much easier to forget about her, than it is to remember her.

Vancouver is a city of forgotten women. Women and girls disappear into the streets and are swallowed alive by drugs and abuse, and few people really notice, or choose to recognize that they are gone. I do not want to forget her.

This painting was done shortly after she died, and the poem was done the day following her death. I intended the poem as sort of memorial.

Hey Angel:

Find your way home
In beer stained sweaters.
Leather boots,
We’re dancing
Joint in hand.

Hallelujah, but
You’re spiking
You’re spiked.

Too high to fly,

You dropped
Like a rock

(and stopped.)

- Chelsea Bell

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Single Minded Mommy

When my daughter was born, I found that my perspective shifted. Life became an adventure dedicated to the care and feeding of my bald little girl, and my opinions on many things in life altered radically. I think most new parents experience the single mindedness that comes with a new new child; suddenly the music you listen to becomes the music the baby listens to. The television you watch becomes the shows the child likes. The books you read become the books you read to your little one.

I drew this little sketch during nap time when my little girl was just 3 and a half months old, to the music of JP Harrison's Story Time, which has a song that was written just for her on it called '(Just Like a) Silver Bell'. If you have not yet heard JP's excellent childrens album and you have little ones, this gentle rag-time inspired album comes highly recommended. I love the 'Dream of a Tree'.

Wrapped in the soothing sounds of JP's guitar, I drew this picture.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

keu a ka u'i

All of my life I have seen pictures of Hawaii, and not really believed that a place could really be quite that beautiful. We were lucky enough to be taken to the big island by my fiance's parents, and it was - surprisingly - as picturesque as a travel brochure, although much more rugged than I would have thought it could be.

Life clings tenaciously
Taking hold of Kilauea
Lizards hide as tiny orchids bloom

The Honu look on tolerantly
As we goggle at them
And then gently return to their grazing

The ocean is infinite
The island stands firm
Beneath an unimaginable quantity of stars

- Chelsea Bell

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