an infants sorrow

a nice contrast to the previous post "grief".

"Grief"

An old woman crying for reasons unknown to the viewer. The imagery of her hand, with its creased tissue skin, covering her face just seemed to take her grief to a new level. It is written in the lines and folds of her hands that her life has not been easy. Does the drawing need more context for the viewer to determine what the image is? Probably, but to me her shroud and clothing just seemed to be extraneous information.

old woman

did this drawing at work today (along with a few others). This drawing came from a picture in a photo-magazine. so i can't take all the credit for it, just my interpretation of the photo. i seem to have a lot of time on my hands in the gallery. today, not a single person came into the gallery. Its a little frustrating, as I really would like to talk to people about the show. So if any of you are in Regina, come visit me at the Sherwood Village branch and I will give you a personal tour. On the other hand I'm getting paid to sit and draw or read or sew or whatever. too bad there isn't wireless in the gallery. then i could watch youtube! although i might feel slightly guilty about that.

Aldous speaks (part one of three)

self portrait #3

artist in her studio

Current fantasy

Self Portrait #2 Kat at Work

man it's hard work looking at art. took this at the Dunlop Art Gallery, Sherwood Branch. photo editing done in camera.

THE MAXX!

Portrait #1 (for rob's contest)

went for a two hour walk in search of the car. rob told me that he left the car somewhere on athol street...

Cat!...Cat!...Cat!...Cat!...

Through long nursery nights he stood
By my bed unwearying,
Loomed gigantic, formless, queer,
Purring in my haunted ear
That same hideous nightmare thing,
Talking, as he lapped my blood,
In a voice cruel and flat,
Saying for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..."

That one word was all he said,
That one word through all my sleep,
In monotonous mock despair.
Nonsense may be light as air,
But there's Nonsense that can keep
Horror bristling round the head,
When a voice cruel and flat
Says for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..."

He had faded, he was gone
Years ago with Nursery Land,
When he leapt on me again
From the clank of a night train,
Overpowered me foot and head,
Lapped my blood, while on and on
The old voice cruel and flat
Says for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..."

Morphia drowsed, again I lay
In a crater by High Wood:
He was there with straddling legs,
Staring eyes as big as eggs,
Purring as he lapped my blood,
His black bulk darkening the day,
With a voice cruel and flat,
"Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..." he said, "Cat! ... Cat!..."

When I'm shot through heart and head,
And there's no choice but to die,
The last word I'll hear, no doubt,
Won't be "Charge!" or "Bomb them out!"
Nor the stretcher-bearer's cry,
"Let that body be, he's dead!"
But a voice cruel and flat
Saying for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!"


"A Child's Nightmare" by Robert Grave

Golden Light

poppy study #2

poppy study #1 and some lyrics

Everyone's afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
Am I right? And it's our lives
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
We're alive for the first time
It's hard to remember were alive for the last time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
To live before you die
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
That our lives are such a short time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
When it takes such a long time
-Modest Mouse (Lives)

room for changing images

Room For Changing

our primal instinct is to fear the fire
destruction we believe to be its one desire
impossible to tell where the flames may go
as chaos directs this blazing inferno

completely consuming all in its way
the living, the old, the dry, the decay
unfair, i cry, this cremation of trees
in the air it is sharp, a death scented breeze

Though we may despise this ugly stage
natures rule is let the fires rage
when the land is cleared, with nothing remaining
there is room for renewal, growth, and changing.

walking through this black ash filled grave
a green leaf flutters, as if to wave
without old trees to block the sun
in pheonix fashion new life has begun


ART PROJECTS GALLERY
15th Avenue
The show is titled Room for Changing and has been a six week additive installation. I am the last show of this gallery and the reception is September 23rd at 7 o'clock. the poem is my artists statement for the piece. be there to congratulate Rob Boss on a successful gallery and to wish him luck in the future. There will be food, drinks, and oh yes...art.

The Has-Binns Relay Team

Today I ran in my first Marathon. I feel it is an accomplishment worthy of the Blogdom. Rob can attest to how nervous I was about this event, as I couldn't sleep for the life of me, and kept waking him up to tell him so. After a night of vivid nightmares about getting lost on the track, and missing the start of the race because of a tuba player, it was time to wake up and head out to the real event. My family (Dad, Mike, Wendy, Nathan...yes Nathan) ran a relay, and I was to be the first on the track. At 8 o'clock sharp the race had begun, and 3000 people began to run, walk, or wheelchair to the finish line 42.2 km away. My part in the race was to run the first 7 km, which I did in approximately 55 minutes. Hooray for me, because I did it without walking at all! We ran the marathon collectively in 4 hours and 16 mins. Not the best time, but we were in the top 50. In related news, in the news, specifically the Leader Post, there is an article on the Has-Binns Team, as well as a photograph. If you wish to see this article, I am sure that my mother has at least a dozen copies, framed and ready to hang on the wall.

peace
Kat

Yuzu

The Hot Dog and Popcorn Express

This is my office. The little glass cubicle.

Cheryl's Tattoo

Check it out. My art is permanently inked on a human body. Pretty fucking cool.

Rainy Days

Well folks, sitting here with very very little to do. My new employment as a Hot Dog Vendor in Vic Park is a great summer job, unless it rains all summer, then it's not so good. Being A Hot Dog vendor isn't very mind stimulating, although very stress free. After five years of constant stress and activity, i find myself in a void. Surprisingly pleasant, and yet I feel that I should use this Lull to do SOMETHING. but what? There are so many infinite possiblities. I am working on various art projects in the hopes that something will come from it. I have a commission to create a tattoo, but its pretty uninspired, so i am regretting it already.


Here is a lovely picture of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was like the Most Wonderful Christmas Ever in there. Amazing works of art, one after the other...it was really too much. I spent around 8 hours in there, and still did not see everything. It was my second favorite NY gallery experience, after the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors.

10,000 Days CD Listening Party

Still from Blizzard Installation

Thanks to rob for taking this image!

War is Great for the Economy...or how I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embrace Consumerism

Between the barrage of anxiety-ridden images, we are given commercial breaks to inform us, the passive viewer, that although these events are happening we can take comfort in the immediate gratification of consuming products. Consumerism therefore becomes a form of escapism; it is a successful distraction from the problems of social and political reality.
Digital image printed on photo paper, mounted on archival backing.