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A medical procedure

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Log 20210531 it has been 1 year, 4 months, 1 week and 3 days since the pandemic started in Canada. I had a medical procedure done today. Although it wasn’t a high risk procedure my brain went into worse case scenario mode. Dying in the procedure room, of complications thereafter or due to meds. .. so before my procedure I message one person just in case.. and the person I ended up messaging was my sister. To tell her I love her and if I die I will help her as much as I can to win the lottery. Lol.  She said I would be just fine and to take a deep breathe.   I came out of my procedure alright. Sleepy I was assisted by nurses back to my recovery area. But as I was laying down in my little patient corner for recovery behind a curtained wall, something happened.   Another patient, perhaps going into or out of the washroom after her treatment had passed out... all I heard was a nurse calling for help. It takes a couple of seconds before a mad rush of nurses+/doctors are heard making their w

Project: To You Turned Inward

Log. 20210529. It has been  1 year, 4 months and 8 days since the pandemic hit Canada. There was a project ... named Project: To You. Which was created to be a therapeutic and an expressive release of unsaid words and thoughts, where people were able to write an email to the project, projecting whatever it is they ever wanted to say to that someone while remaining anonymous. These letters were later posted onto a blog where it could be read / received. I recently decided to close the project down, sadly, as much as I had my heart in it. It just remained stagnant for a number of years with no new entries being received. I guess in the spirit of project to you, I sent out a number of care packages.. which I deemed to be pandemic packages. I had put them together and set them aside to 'de-contaminate' before mailing them off to their final destinations the week after. Somethings for some people that simply were on my mind and in my heart. If I didn't send care packages out, I

Why the Baby Yoda Giveaway has been postponed

It has been more than a year since I announced that I would be giving away a handmade baby Yoda doll. And the Giveaway has yet to happen. It has yet to happen because of several issues I'm faced with. ONE is Covid-19. When this hit, it shutdown a lot of things and shipping is one of them international packages were not being received throughout the world. Different countries around the world was just not having it. TWO. Hate. Now... being an artist and someone who has placed myself into the social light for a number of years has allowed me to come to terms with the hate I am bound to receive on the internet. The hate or judgement I have received before were more on the criticism of my work and the other is pure vanity, because people thought I was ugly or fat. But RARELY have I ever been afraid to do something because of the color of my skin. And I'm going to admit that since Covid-19 hit. The thought of streaming myself making this baby Yoda doll and then getting hate just bec

Rebuilding what is broken or lost

Log. 20210520. It has been 1 year 3 months, and 4 weeks since the pandemic started. Perhaps my title for this blog is basically a theme I'm going for - for the year of 2021. The summer is coming and what is suppose to be the 20th anniversary of my High School Graduation, and also the 25th year anniversary of Elementary Graduation. Reunions are supposedly being planned, but not this year I fear. The pandemic is still here. The numbers are going down, more people are getting vaccinated. But that doesn't mean it's going away. The risks are still all very existent. Besides working, these past few weeks. I've been randomly messaging old friends, photos I've been coming across since I've been re-organizing my life and photos. Scrapbooking all the photos I had in a storage box. Scanning negatives that are also stuffed in there along side the photos. Negatives... now they've all been replaced with memory cards and usb sticks. I've been messaging and wishing peop

Project 2021.5 Completed.

Log.20210418. It has been 1 year, 2 months, 2 weeks and 6 days since the start of the pandemic in Canada. Many people have "had enough" and just three days ago there were those witnessed attending outdoor dance parties to sooth the uneasiness of their 'souls'. They rather spread a disease even if there is a possibility of them killing a friend, family member, or themselves. I don't get it. They may think I "live in fear" but I think they are mistaking fear for compassion and consideration. I don't understand how these people are not in a ways - tagged. They very well possibly be people that work and interact with many others. Making this pandemic harder to contain. I, on the other hand, am a homebody. I have had no problems staying at home. I've decided to try to complete a project a month. Large or small. They can be ones I've already started and very much need to get on with. Things I've always wanted to do, try, or have. Project 2021.1

The Unexplained

I haven't blogged for many years. One reason was at the request of a family member who thought I was just painting them in a bad light. You can look back on my past posts and guess who this family member is. but it would be of no surprise. It has been almost 10 years since I properly wrote anything on this online diary of my life events. I don't even think I wrote about my wedding. I thought life through pictures would say a lot since a pictures worth a thousand words, but I'm considerably starting to wonder if those are the right or wrong words of a story being told. Enough of that now. I've felt that keeping a lot of things to myself has resulted in a few things in my life. I've learned that it's not quite that healthy to keep things in your head, of even in your heart and body. Things eat at you. You forget things. I was asked why I wouldn't just keep a paper diary. The truth is I type almost just as fast I can think. Writing by hand would just make my ha

That time God responded, when I was leaving New York

I've told you guys a story before how I'm not devoted to any religion but still believe there is a GOD and, though I may not go to church, or pray on a weekly/daily schedule. Another moment in my life when I had a - 'God - totally heard me and responded' moment was this one. It is 2014 and I had made my way to Montreal to meet up with the boyfriend who was there at the time for work. We soon later made our way to New York to check out an Art Gallery in Manhattan who was interested in representing me at the time and I was considering if I wanted to have my work shown there. The trip was great! We visited central park, went to the MET, saw places we recognized in movies, watched Wicked on Broadway. Ate at places that were popular and recommended. Upon leaving, in our taxi ride to the airport, I started to pray as boyfriend was chatting away with the driver. I started my prayer pretty much the same way I start all my prayers... ‘Hey Dad, I know you’re busy, but...’ and tha