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SPC: leg/bath

2007-04-10 @ 16:28

I haven’t done that in a while, take part in the Self Portrait Challenge. This month’s challenge is the body. This brings me to another thing I hadn’t done in a while: take a long warm relaxing bath, complete with beeswax candle and ginger soap (birthday gifts). Giving my body a break, my mind too. Feeling the soothing touch of warm water on my skin, feeling less heavy (after a hearthy Easter weekend).

Feels so good.



2007-02-23 @ 9:02

Couldn’t help reproducing Karli’s (mom on a wire) wonderful . She recently underwent ankle surgery.


spc with Stephie

2006-09-25 @ 19:55

Well, I’ve been spending the last few weeks far from the blogging crowds. The madding too, for a while. Off sick. I needed time with nothing to think about except what I have to work on. Grief. Life. Needed time with friends. Needed focus. Needed to rediscover a lot of things. About me and mine. I’m still working at it.

Arguably, this is not the best picture of me, or of Stephanie, which is understandable seeing as it was taken in a bar, after a vernissage (which is what we call art openings around here). But this is a picture I didn’t remember I had. I just found it on my computer while looking for something else. This is fitting since this is a friend that has recently come back into my life.

With Stephanie

Stephie is the friend I thought I had lost. Things are still shaky, but we are both glad to have the other as a friend. Although we had, briefly, met a year or two before, we really got to know each other two years ago. Talking recently, we noticed that one of the things that brought us together was that we both felt uprooted. My fiancée was in the hospital (and, although I didn’t know it then, would not make it) and she had just moved to a city she didn’t know, where people spoke a different language, far from most of her friends.

Until we fell apart a few months ago, I hadn’t realized how much she meant to me. She is one of the rocks on which I can lean for support when things get rough. The kind of person you’re forever grateful is in your life.

She is sweet (unlike her cat who can be a mean mo-fo) and has a child-like view of life that hides a surprising lucidity. She’s very aware. Which, I guess, can feel threatening for some people. Well, she might not be always easy to deal with, but then again, who is?
I guess “One in a million” would be the best way to describe her. And, she gets my Simpsons refences!


spc with Chris

2006-09-12 @ 12:56

This picture was taken last year, at my haven in the Norh. The one sticking her tongue out is Christina, one of my dearest friend. We helped each other a lot through many dark days. We met as roommates, some years ago and it took some time before we became comfortable with each other (we both have a shy streak)

With Chris

Actually, this firendship was built quietly; we spent most of the first couple of years in front of the TV: that was our catalyst. We got to know each other in part by commenting (and bitching about) what we watched. It helped that we have similar taste and the many of the same cultural references (for instance, she’s the only person I know who remembers Jon-Erik Hexum and is reminded of that Boomtown Rats song everytime she hears about someone going postal).

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spc with Isabelle

2006-09-5 @ 10:33

The Self Portrait Challenge for this month is “with someone”. Someone special, meaningful to my life. This would have been a picture of me with Isabelle.

with Isabelle

Isabelle passed away in November 2004, nearly two years ago. Lately, I’ve been feeling the loss a lot. Took myself off work for a few weeks while I struggle with this new phase of grief, with this pain. As someone once said, it is never over, it just gets easier.

I took this picture in the living room of our appartment; we lived here for three years, we chose this place together. I must confess that I rarely go to the cemetery. This is where I feel closest to her, not by a stone where her ashes are buried. I feel she is with me in this appartment; not as a ghost or spirit, but as a part of my life. There are so many memories we used to share that only I have now. She opened my life to new worlds. She was life. She lived to create, to give, to help. There are so many things I would like to say about her, but, these days, it is so very difficult.

She is gone. And those of us who knew her can only carry on her legacy and keep her memory alive.

(p.s. yes, those are smurfs; both of us always had this childish side to us).


spc in a ouroboros

2006-08-21 @ 17:11

This is me, admitedly a bit tired, in a ouroboros mirror.


This was taken at my friends up North. Kind of a way to show that sometimes, we get stuck on some never-ending loop, or vicious circle, or pattern. Sometimes, you have to find a way to get out of it, sometimes you need to stay in.

We can also see in the picture what I’m told is an Epiphyllum Midnight Bloom, a flower that only blooms once a year, in the middle of the night. I like those two symbols together: the ever-circling and the rare opportunity. Sums up life pretty well, in a way.


spc in a bottle

2006-08-14 @ 12:53

Me in a bottle

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spc in silver

2006-08-9 @ 7:43

So this is me in silver. After a year’s hiatus, I going back to jewellery making, slowly. By learning patience first. Ever tried sawing 1/16″ thick silver in a straight line? That’s a good zen exercise. And after all is done, you have to tackled the boredom and tediousness of polishing. But everything else is SO fun!!


spc as a moon

2006-07-24 @ 15:54

La Lune

Okay, I admit it, I’m kind of in a Tarot phase. Guess it’s a way to channel my creativity and find subjects for the “as a” challenge. I’ve always had a fascination for the Tarot. Not as something to tell the future, but as an instrument to tell of the present; to clear up one’s ideas.

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spc as a manipulative bastard

2006-07-21 @ 21:13

Le Bateleur

That’s what one of my dearest friend once called me, a few years back. She doesn’t mince her words (then again, she was a bit of one too). She’s never been shy of telling me when I’m being an ass. She’s a good one to tell you to “snap out of it.” It’s always nice to have a friend like that, who can tell you things others might be afraid to; especially when things aren’t going well. I actually sometimes call her just so she can give me shit — when I feel a good kick in the butt is what I need.

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