When Lynn was paralyzed I slept on the floor in the living room so if she roused at night I would be there. We got the day rolling around 4:30 or so and on it rolled until I got home from work. We’d both retire around 21:00 or sometimes 22:00. It was a five day a week work week and with weekends off and Lynn’s mother coming by so I could get out and get errands done it worked out quite well. I used to think that was tiring.
In August last year I started working seven days a week. Sounds harder than it is but I still managed to have some evenings to myself and mornings were pretty much my own. Still after a while I started to think it was a little tiring.
Last week school started up again and our youngest has three classes during the week that require her to catch a certain bus at a certain time. To meet this obligation I must rise no later than 5:15. Because the universe has a sense of humour at the other end of things my work hours have been extended. On the one hand 60 hours a week over seven days isn’t really that bad on the other hand today I got up at 5:00 and will only get home from work around 20:30. By anyone’s measure that’s a long day. It might be a little tiring.
Time will tell.
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Well the New Year is off to an auspicious start. The van needed to be towed to the dealership today as the ignition switch would no longer turn with the key and neither would the passenger and driver side door locks. A wonderful bill of $1500 awaits my credit card. It’s actually quite funny. Last Thursday I was telling Donna that my working seven days a week since the middle of the year and through the Xmas vacation had paid off and that I was almost back to even….almost. The universe has a keen sense of comedic timing. Fortunately I managed to pick up a few extra hours which will help. Tightening of the belt will have to be a little more rigorous for the next few months finding where to cut will be interesting.
On a more interesting note I’ve started planning the paintings for the Celebration Montreal 375-Canada 150 exhibition. The plan for the Canada portion is for 14 paintings – one of each of the flower for each provinces and territories and one final one of all the flowers in the same painting. For the Montreal portion a painting of the official flower of Montreal and a series of paintings of Montreal’s iconic staircases focusing on alleyways which are my favourite part of any photo safari we go on. I’ve been keeping up with drawing and painting as much as possible while working, but the focus will have to shift to the subject matter for the exhibition as practice material to produce the best possible results for the show. Even if nothing sells the presentation has to be as good as it can be. Below is my most recent effort, practicing transparencies and values. It’s harder than it looks.
A tiny painting of a waterfall in the Catskills
Finally – resolutions for the New Year, to continue to lose weight, to sell at least one piece of art, to keep trying to sell Donna’s Bear, to keep writing poetry and submit to poetry magazines. That’s it. Doable, at least I think it is. Time will tell.
December is drawing to a close and along with it 2016 which on a socio political front might have been a bit fubar but on the home front things are basically good.
Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of Lynn’s death and it is unavoidable that memories come on strong at this time of year but knowing they are coming and being prepared for them is two different things. Work, the ever present work, keeps things on an even keel because work doesn’t care what you are thinking or feeling it just needs to get done.
The kids aren’t working at the moment. Our son is on temporary leave from his job. Our daughter hasn’t been scheduled for a shift at the restaurant this week so it seems like it’s all quiet on the home front. Our daughter bought herself a new gaming rig which, conveniently, has enough horsepower for any graphics application the art program may throw her way.
New headset with microphone
New ASUS gaming rig
Earlier this month – on the fifteenth to be precise – I was asked to participate in an upcoming art exhibition celebrating Montreal 375 – Canada 150. The exhibit will be in July at a gallery on St. Laurent in Montreal. Naturally I said yes, now I’m worrying about what to paint.
In the meantime this little one on a Stillman & Birn Zeta sketch book using Winsor and Newton half pans took shape recently.
The process – laying in light colours first
Finished dry brush watercolour of racoon
One of the side benefits of working every day of the week is that at this time of year there’s always the chance that an aerobic workout awaits when work is done. Last night it was 10 cm of damp snow. Sometimes it would be nice if the driveway were shorter.
After 10 hours work I get to shovel the driveway of 10cm of snow.
Oh ya, the wheelchair ramp too. 🙂
Since the end of August – there about – I’ve been working seven on seven over one full time and one part time job. It is tiring but not in the physical sense. Life now is hit the ground running every morning which can be a little tiring mentally. Still it’s better than not having a second job – speaking of which – hi ho, hi ho.
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.