Just one post in November belies the fact that there were actually things going on.
The picture book that was finished in the spring has been submitted to four publishers directly now. That’s after sending it to six agents and not receiving so much as a confirmation of receipt which isn’t difficult to do in this brave new world of the Interwebs and emails. An online poetry magazine picked up a few of my poems to run in their feed during the month of November. I prepped a collection of thirty poems to submit to a chapbook contest – winner gets their collection published as a chapbook. It really is as underwhelming as it sounds but I still have high hopes that I will win. The trouble of course is that more often than not my very best just isn’t good enough. The painting and drawing continues apace and I recently figured out that in the last year I have produced a painting or drawing at the rate of one every two days.
Our daughter got her license! Yes she can legally drive on the roads now and the insurance premiums reflect that new status. Still, I’m glad she has it. Now we have to let her practice driving by herself so she gets that confidence all drivers need behind the wheel.
Our son was involved in his first professional wrestling match last weekend in Mirabel. It went well I thought. He appeared as a manager character in two bits and did quite well at inciting the ire of the crowd. He is having fun with it and as pastimes go I can think of worse things to do.
The Xmas tree is up and the stockings are hung and I’ve been researching which cut of beef to buy this year for Xmas dinner. We’re going to need at least a three pound roast, possibly 4 and it has to be a bulletproof cut from a roasting standpoint. Fortunately there is a butcher in Dorval so I think I might just go and ask and order ahead.
Donna is back in the creative swing with her sewing. She sold two of her trademark bags last week which was very cool. I think the both of us would be happier if we could make a living with our craft and art than doing what we do to make money. “Do what you love” is great advice to anyone who is independently wealthy. The rest of us do what we must – Hahahaha.
There, all caught up. Here’s a sketch I did last night to practice light. Merry Xmas.
Who knew that when a New Year’s resolution to make more art was made it would include poetry but it has.
Of course I am painting and drawing but of late I have been writing a lot of poetry and it is very different from what I used to write. First it is short – very short in some cases – and second it does not feature a lot in the way of personal pronouns. They aren’t gone, just rare and it seems to work. This is one which I wrote yesterday.
five years after her death
wedding china still awaits
the right time
– denis bernicky
Despite its brevity it took a little while to write. Getting the feeling with a single mention of “her” and the tension of “the right time” rather than weakening the tension by adding a “he” or an “I” which would have also added to the length of the poem. The structure 5-4-3 is meant to give the unconscious awareness of a count down – time running out. I think there’s a lot that goes on in little poems that either I think too much about and perhaps the reader doesn’t care about.
The Stewart Hall 2017 Art Rental Collection allowed for three entries. The three framed pieces I entered were my three best. Two were rejected but one made it through – this one.
Snowdon Fire Escape
To have even one make it my first time out is kind of awesome and I have to admit to feeling a little bit chuffed about it. Whether or not it will sell or be rented is an entirely different question and at the moment I don’t really care. It would be nice to see it go but I’m not holding my breath for a year to see if it does.
One thing I have noticed from various watercolour and sketch groups on Facebook – I really paint/sketch mundane stuff in comparison to the amazing landscapes and florals I see out there.
I seem to be going through something of a resurgence of poetic energy of late. Here are some new ones. Mercifully brief as has been my wont recently. Not that I think it likely but to be on the safe side all poems are copyright denis bernicky – just saying.
I can’t help thinking that one day
I should try and find room
. in my own life.
lying beside the rails
proof reeds break too
apples by bushel
peaches by half
berries by pint
Not that I think it likely but to be on the safe side all poems are copyright denis bernicky – just saying.
my brief heart
weathered but true
aches for you.
those who lie
best to themselves
have the best stories.
it doesn’t get any easier
you just get used to it
that’s not the same thing
what we believe of ourselves
our most precious treasure
our greatest burden
In the end
after all our battles are lost,
what we believe we remember ,
and the stories we tell
as the sun sets
In needs precise moment.
In day`s light
She is ever
Life`s beloved straggler.
My coworkers at my second job – artists all – encouraged (I might say pressured) me to enter three pieces to content for a spot in the annual Stewart Hall Art Rental Collection. It seems a might early in the game to be attempting this, but nothing ventured……
I’ve posted these before, but here they are anew, all framed and prettified.
Snowdon Fire Escape
House on the Cape
Montreal Migratory Bird Sanctuary
The plan is to submit them tomorrow. Artists are informed next week whether or not they made the cut. Making the cut doesn’t mean anything financially until someone buys or rents an artwork. It would be nice, but I’m not holding my breath.
Posted in Art
Tagged art, framing, painting
The new order of things, working seven days a week, brings a new meaning to being tired on some days. Tired is okay as long as it doesn’t turn to fatigue it’s all good. The extra money has been handy for things like heating oil, fixing the van and groceries. We didn’t quite break even last month but were a lot closer than we have been in a long time and with any luck, if I can hold off heating until the third week of October, we might make the turn to being back in black. It’s amazing to me that it requires two jobs and seven days a week for someone who is debt free to break even.
Last weekend I spent some time with the owner of the art supply store that I’m working at part time and we had a good talk about life, the universe and everything. At one point he was telling a story about a woman he knew, and didn’t much care for, who went in to hospital on a Friday and was dead by Sunday. It turned out she had been terminally ill, knew it, and told no one. He didn’t think much of that approach and was a little surprised when I defended her. We went back and forth on it, but the upshot is that neither of us changed our minds.
I’m in her corner because I think it’s the right call. Worrying the people you care for, and take care of, doesn’t make any sense because there’s nothing they can do about it. A few years before Lynn got sick I had to visit the hospital for some tests. I told Lynn they were routine follow ups for elevated blood sugar, but the tests were a little more involved than that. She could not have benefited in any way from knowing what tests were being done or why. As it turned out it was all a false alarm. Talking about it would only have made a simple situation into a complicated one. No point in doing that – regardless of the results it would have been my new normal. We acclimate to our situations whatever they may be or become.
Seven days a week is the new normal, but I still get stat days so there will be breaks this month, December and January. In the meantime, when I can, I’m still making art.
Lac St. Louis from the Galipeault Bridge
Montreal Migratory Bird Sanctuary
The new job has been going well.
By new job I mean the part time job that I took to fill the waking hours when I am not at my full time job. It’s back to picture framing. I always enjoyed the framing part and the new gig keeps me in production most of the time so the part I don’t like, dealing with customers, I get to avoid most of the time.
Our son was in hospital again last week. Two days and a follow up appointment to come for an endoscopy. The last time out they found polyps that they wanted to keep an eye on. I guess they are going to go have another look. I’m glad he’s back home where, even if he doesn’t take the best care of himself, he can count on support and someone to nag him about taking better care of himself. Parenting is an unending thing.
Years before my mother died I phoned her one day and said “I’m sorry.” She asked “What for?” and I replied “Everything and stuff I don’t even remember doing.” She laughed, but I was sincere. Once you are a parent you do get it. It’s a life long gig. There are people who can walk away from it – millions do every years – and there are those who would never consider it.
Posted in Family
Tagged family, Work
Everyone needs a
Safe haven as each day ends
For me it is you