For the past year, I’ve been involved in our local theatre West Elgin Dramatics Society, located in Dutton-Dunwich, Ontario. Although you’ll probably never see me on stage, I’ve been designing the promotional materials, building their new website, and helping out back stage whenever I’m needed. One of our advertising ideas for the current production, Norm Foster’s Dear Santa, was to distribute promotional material with something free included, that people could take home with them and enjoy – something to celebrate the spirit of giving.
So, I designed three paper toys that could be cut out, folded and assembled. There are three different cards available, each including one of three toys. They were distributed by our indefatigable Executive Producer, to libraries, seniors’ homes and businesses.
I am also offering them here, as a gift to my readers, so click on the links, download, follow the instructions and enjoy!
Dear Santa runs from December 5 – 8 and 12-14. For ticket information, please visit the West Elgin Dramatics Society website
This summer, we visited the Diefenbunker, located in Carp, Ontario, just outside Ottawa. The bunker, built between 1958 and 1961, by the order of Canada’s then Prime Minister, John Diefenbaker, was an emergency government hideaway during the Cold War years, in the event of nuclear attack. It’s an underground, four storey concrete fortress. The bunker was decommissioned in 1994, and is now a Cold War museum.
It was creepy and steeped with atmosphere. We visited on a beautiful sunny day in July but once I entered, I lost the context of present day. It’s otherworldly down there and sobering to think how close we actually came to using it… The atmosphere stayed with me a long time after I left.
You can walk around the bunker on your own, some rooms are gated but many are open. There’s an operating room, morgue, sleeping quarters, store rooms, a CBC emergency broadcasting studio, meeting rooms and a private suite for the Prime Minister. On the bottom level is a Bank of Canada Vault.
The cafeteria has a banner posted on the wall that reads “You’re lucky to be alive so… just eat it!” In the store room behind the cafeteria are metal shelves filled with old cans, boxes and packages of food. Also included were bags of dehydrated rations, with the idea that once the cans and packages were finished, the dehydrated rations would be used.
My favourite was the Hu-Co Cut Refugee Beans…
I’ve been thinking… who is more grounded?
The beginning of every year is the time we reflect and take stock of the past one.
We try to come to terms with what makes us tick.
We look back at the high and low points. Â Why do we save this for January 1st? Wouldn’t it be a good idea to do this periodically throughout the year? That way, if we blow our resolutions, it’s not such a big failure and it’s easier to jump back in the saddle and try again.
The highlight of my year was adopting Mabel. She’s a tortoise shell cat we adopted from the Chatham Kent SPCA. She tears the house to pieces and terrorizes the other cats, but she has brought much happiness around here.
Happy New year!
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not:
for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
I was able to spend a part of Thursday afternoon doing what I would really like to do everyday. That is, sitting at my drafting table with a stack of small pieces of paper and a chosen medium, drawing whatever comes to mind with little or no pre thought. When I do this, I try not to pass too much judgement on what appears on the paper, only accepting what is there and working with what happens. Often, one drawing spurs the next. A lot of stars, comets and spacey stuff was happening and that turned into more spiritual thoughts. At about drawing number 6, I switched to my Pitt India Â ink pens because I was battling the dip pen nibs.
Interesting things happen when you draw like this. I was listening to Christmas music, I believe it was The Vienna Boy’s Choir. I was also eating those little chocolate balls that come wrapped in coloured foil papers. I took a pair of scissors and began to cut a green foil into small rectangles and I scattered them onto the drawing I was working on. That’s how the first drawing in this post came to be. The next two, obviously followed.
Eleven simple ink drawings appeared that afternoon. These are my three favourite.
verb: meditate, reflect, muse, ponder, contemplate, cogitate, think, speculate, chew the cud, chew
ruminated past tense; ruminated past participle; ruminates 3rd person singular present; ruminating present participle
Think deeply about something
we sat ruminating on the nature of existence
(of a ruminant) Chew the cud
(From Google Dictionary)
This is my take on the Illustration Friday prompt “Sink”
This is my response to this weekâ€™s Illustration Fridayâ€™s prompt â€œround.â€
It was becauseâ€¦ because it was.
How do you feel about things that happened to you that kind of stunk? How do you rid yourself of the baggage and how does that actually come about? Â It often takes time. Iâ€™ve found that once I can say â€œBecause it wasâ€¦ and it was because,â€ I have put the gremlin in the blender, realized acceptance and moved on.
I randomly selected six sentences from six different sources. I wanted to see if I could make phrases or even sentences using a predefined pool of words. I had no idea they would suggest a story to me.
The sentences came from:
Alfred Tennyson’s poem Enoch Arden
An editorial from a Hearst Newspaper,
Frank Baum’s novel Glinda of Oz,
Gene Stratton-Porter’s novel Freckles
Joseph Conradâ€™s Heart of Darkness
The Hackerâ€™s Dictionary
The words accompanying each drawing are placed in the same location of the page as they are in the master grid at the front of the book.
This mini comic is 28 pages including the kraft paper brown card stock cover. It is black and white throughout. It is my very first mini comic
You can purchase Worng here at my Etsy store
The Curse of the Parsimonious Great Aunt
This is a creepy little Halloween story wrapped in a coating of cuteness. Although unpleasantness occurs, you can rest assured that there is a moral to the story as the two antagonists get their comeuppance in the end.
You can read the Optical Sloth review of it right here: http://www.opticalsloth.com/?p=17187
This 2.833″ X 4.25″ stapled mini comic is 24 pages including cover, printed in full coloured glory!
*** Be forewarned, there is one part in the story that you might want to peek through your fingers at when you get to if you are squeamish. However it’s really no worse than anything that happens in Hansel and Gretel.
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You can purchase The Curse of the Parsimonious Great AuntÂ here at my Etsy Store
i want to go to palomia
I took the sentence which is the title of this post, divided the words and arranged them intoÂ chunks until each chunk had no meaning. Then I thought about what the combinations of letters represented to me and drew them. I also imagined what Palomia would be like. By the way, Palomia only exists in my imagination, similar to wanting to have Breakfast at Tiffany’s
I was happy with the result because it looks like Palomia is an actual, exotic place that I would like to visit. I wonder what breakfast in Polomia would be like.