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Scheherazade (Scorpion Moon) Video Blog

It's a beautiful Monday! My dog is sitting beside me taking up MORE than his lion's seat of the chair (in fact I am barely ON my chair, and he is lazed out like a king ~laugh~), I have a…

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Stretching the seasons of night

The long nights stretch out as though time were an elastic pulled or released to form the shape of seasons.   I like the quiet of December, how the day runs ahead of me like a startled deer only to slowly…

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Stealing Light

The moon steals light from the sun and offers it fragile flaking in weathered white hands. She makes it her own, takes the luminous threads and twists them around the barren precipices of her own weighted gravity. In some ways…

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Winged Tears

I am sitting in the studio, trying not to cry. The cello is ripping into me, cracking open all those shells holding the fragile heart in its proper place. It is everything I could have hoped for and so much…

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The Making of an Album

It's a warm Toronto day, with that languid air that seems to only happen in humid places. The sun burns a hole through the blue tissue paper sky and the trees quiver in anticipation of the inevitable fall. I am…

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Gratitude

It is a perfect autumn day in Calgary, the heat is just a visitor upon day's shore and will retreat with the sun as night lifts from the ground. The air is hazed, perhaps with wandering smoke from fire still…

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Drown with Time

End of day comes, a shifting of light in the charcoal bowl of the sky. The world feels watery today, filled with secret caverns, hidden treasures and forgotten longings, all beneath this seamless fabric of air, undulating as surely as…

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Painted Song

August seems to have melted away, midst the puddling heat. I just came home from a vacation and I feel rushed. for I am not quite prepared to leave August behind. I keep looking for the lost days, as though…

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Dissolving into motion

The day runs out in rivulets towards the endless dark seas of a world turning. We are so used to movement, to our perpetual motion, that I wonder what a jolt it would be if the world stopped. If all…

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Underwater Goodness

I am in Edmonton waiting for tomorrow's underwater photo shoot...for which I am unbelievably excited! I am also slightly terrified ~laugh~, for there seems to be a lot of unknowns and I have never truly been a model of any…

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Real

I woke this morning, unsure of where I was, or even who as my brain shuffled buoyant images, reorganizing, filtering through dream and memory to make decisions about what was real. This has happened to me before. Once I spent…