Boston and New England are craft-enthusiast-friendly.  Each time I’m there, I want to start working on a new project.  For basics, Windsor Button (open since 1936), close to Boston Common, has every supply you can possibly need.  This includes a vat of buttions at the entrance, from which I display a selection in my 2004 painting, "Memories."

Then, on Newbury Street, the more recent 1154 Lill Studio offers a few short cuts—assisting with the assembly of custom designer bags and accessories.  I checked it out, packed with clients the day before Mother’s Day.  Such a neat concept—for a personal visit, group party, or special gift!  Their prices range from $26 - $185, and there’s something to suit almost everyone’s taste. 1154 Lill came into being in Chicago in 1999 (where its headquarters are), and a local boutique in Lincoln Park.  Additional boutiques are located in Philadelphia and Kansas, and there’s in-home party opportunities as well!  Congratulations to founder Jennifer Velarde!

There’s so much more to England than its capital, London—something I rediscovered earlier this month, visiting childhood haunts in the North West.  

A stroll along Otterspool’s Promenade, overlooking the River Mersey on a Saturday evening. 

A walk around the "lake" at West Kirby (on the Wirral Peninsula) on a Sunday afternoon. 

A trek over to Hilbre Island on a quiet weekday.

Then there were new dining experiences… British food can’t be described as "bad" anymore!  In Liverpool, on Church Street, just off Penny Lane, and all along Allerton Road, a wide variety of restaurants are popping up.  We tried Spire and weren’t disappointed.  Healthy fare, satisfying portions nicely arranged, and friendly service.

In West Kirby, opposite the promenade, there’s the Sunset Lounge Bar.  It’s been there for the last 21 years, and we signed a petition, at the owner’s urging, that the local council not close it down for redevelopment.  A delicious mid-afternoon lunch snack hit the spot—well prepared food and old-world charm, good fuel for that walk around the lake.  No!  Visitors are not walking on water (in the Weskirb photo); the divide between the "lake" and inlet has a creative and historic walking trail.  And, looking off into the distance, some more modern/incongruent constructions are clearly visible:  wind turbines opposite Hoylake’s shoreline, the next resort over. Energy-saving opportunities are changing natural land and sea scapes everywhere, even here.

Earlier this week, I was excited to be part of a quartet that attended Dirty Dancing, at the Royal Alex Theatre in Toronto.  We took advantage of a mid-week special (four tickets for the price of three), making a spontaneous same-day purchase.  Sometimes, the best night’s entertainment happens when you don’t have long-term plans for it, but break routine.

Not only were the sets and costumes superb, but the cast was consistent and well-chosen.  This wasn’t the kind of show that had you wondering when the interval was going to happen. And beyond the actual performance, we were also struck by deeper story-lines, like that of a nuclear family with two adult-children.  

Siblings often have distinct personalities (and outcomes), and the daughters, Frances and Lisa, were excellent examples of this.  Sometimes, one child can be seen to do no wrong, and the other child, no right.  One has "higher goals" and she is misunderstood. The other ’s behavior is less commendable, but she’s more likely to get away with it (though not grow from her mistakes).  Also, parents often seem to forget their own pasts when making suppositions and demonstrating differential treatment.  Not knowing (or attempting to learn) all the facts, and making judgments for the wrong reasons can be problematic, unless non-family members have a chance to intervene.

Though much of the music was familiar, and there was a strong urge to want to go home and get dancing lessons, this staging of Dirty Dancing, it was clear, offered more than the immediately obvious.  Seeing the movie years ago, I’d been more focused on visual and auditory effects.  This time around (perhaps helped by the stellar performances of the leads) it was refreshing to be able to consider deeper messages and meanings. Lively afer-show discussion ensued!

Yet another accolade for Liverpool this month!  The Tate’s Klimt exhibit is a hit.  Last Monday, as an artist walking through, I became tearful in some places, identifying in different ways with practice, process, product, and response.  It was only on entering the gift store that I was disappointed.  A poster of the spectacular painting, "The Three Ages of Life," in my mind, had desecrated the original work.  It was up there for sale with only two stages of life—mother and child.  The old lady (old age) had been removed. 

As I start to make reproductions of my own artwork, I am extremely sensitive to what the artist might have thought about this crop.  A third of his vision had been removed without his consent or knowledge, and the greater meaning behind the piece damaged completely. Speaking to the manager of the gift store, I got an explanation.  It was all about commerce—financial returns.  She stressed how everyone cuts up Klimt, showing me images in a book of how fashion designers had made prints from excerpts of his work. This "nothing unusual" piece of merchandise (the two-thirds print) would sell better (allegedly have more mass market appeal) and bring income to the Tate.  It sounded like the message she was trying to give was that because the money would be coming back to the Tate (was not for "commercial benefit") that it was acceptable. As our conversation continued, the manager went on to tell me that postcards displaying the whole piece had already sold out, and there would be more later, once other images sold to make space again.

The postcard image that had sold out has been inserted at the start of this blog entry.  The two thirds image from the poster was also available at the store on a mini greeting card, and is inserted below.

 
The day after my visit to the Klimt exhibit (last Monday), the friends I’d been with there called to let me know that others were upset by the Klimt crop. The Guardian had just published a letter by a Maureen Everhsed which they’d headed "Age old problem."

I have been touched, today, by all the remarkable tributes to Tim Russert, NBC Bureau Chief and Moderator of Meet the Press.  Most Sunday mornings, his voice has been "background entertainment" while I’ve done household chores.  He was a fixture whom it was hard to imagine wouldn’t grace television news and debate well into old age. 

Tim’s sudden heart attack yesterday was yet another reminder to all of us that life is precious and we can’t have complete control, especially over its endings.  When someone as unique and admired as Tim is gone from our world in moments, without warning or preparation, we are stunned and ache.  From President Bush to regular viewers, everyone seems to have a reflection to offer, a deep fondness for this role model and outstandingly successful professional who remained a very down-to-earth family man and personal friend to so many.  My sincere condolences to all those dear to him.  He will be sorely missed.

At times like this, it’s hard not to think of more private individuals too, and their endings—those who haven’t enjoyed public success or recognition in their lives, those without family and friends who’ve supported and encouraged them. When their time comes, will it be recognized how their lives were meaningful or how much they could be missed?   How might things have played out differently for them, given a chance, voice, or simple luck?

It’s clear that we all leave our mark on the world in different ways, others’ impressions shaped by how we’re remembered or forgotten.  The following poem is dedicated to those who pass in greater silence and anonymity.  Maybe there was more to say about them, but there was no one to say it? Maybe their lives could have been happier and more fulfilled, but there was no one to spur them on? What might they have said if they could have written their own eulogies?  Perhaps this is one possibility?

AFTERWARDS

It was all up to me.

It’s like Liverpool hit the fast-forward button all of a sudden!  As somebody who hasn’t lived there for more than a quarter of century, its a lot easier for me to see this.  First came the Albert Dock complex, then the Capital of Culture, and now Liverpool One. 

Though there’s still hard hats, cranes, and construction everywhere, on a beautiful sunny day, this week, I was thrilled to see my hometown revived and bustling.

Please check out some of the posters inserted below that tell a little more about this new landmark.

Later, I will create a link to a page of images, showing Liverpool One’s construction in greater detail.  Best of all, go visit Liverpool.  You will be surprised, delighted, and entertained.  The shopping isn’t bad either…

When more carefully manicured cities, like Toronto, feel bereft of ambiance and energy in comparison, it’s clear something is working right in Liverpool.  The graphic design for its construction posters (inserted above), also helps with mood.  I couldn’t think of a city where the heart symbol fits better. You can say a lot else about Liverpudlians, but you can’t deny their friendliness, directness, humor, spirit and heart.  HeArTs off to them!  

Christopher Hart (no heart-typo) made this interesting comment in a Times Culture supplement after Paul McCartney’s recent Liverpool concert, "It’s a battered and bleeding heavyweight of a city, struggling to haul itsel off the canvas.  But it has an astonishing charisma—and I can still hear the sound of 35,000 voices ringing in my ears, singing about "times of trouble" and "all the lonely people" and "take a sad song and make it better."

A comment on the Liverpool 08 home page by Alexel Sayle states, "I’ve been all over the world looking for excitement, and it turns out that the most thrilling town I’ve ever visited is the one I was born in."  Right now, many non-resident Liverpudlians will find it hard not to agree!

During Lev’s 11 years, and Sage’s 8, we’ve tested many different toys. The only one we’ve decided to replace several times has been a large floppy Duck, a member of the Duckworthy Family, produced by Multipet.  Even though it comes apart like most others (and we wonder about its safety and how environmentally friendly it is), it’s still the one chosen over and again by both dogs.  Also, recently, we came across a smaller version for Sage.

With extended trips to Chicago in April and May, I have a growing list of recommendations for visitors. Even without much time to get out and about, because of "show schedules," I’ve been very impressed by what this city has to offer, and the well-known friendliness and kindness of locals.
 
You can’t have a bad meal, as the following easy-dining eateries demonstrated (in no particular order):

• Fulton’s On the River (fish)
• Ben Pau (Asian)
• Tizi Melloul (Mediterranean)
• The Brick House (fun)
• Shaw’s Crab House (fish)
• Lou Malnatis (pizza)
• McCormick & Schmick’s (fish)

And, for take-out, Fox and Obel (gourmet foods), close to Navy Pier, is hard to beat.

Spectacular architecture is everywhere. Don’t miss the legendary architectural boat tour that has the best views. You might even notice a city kayaker alongside.

Then, for a spot of exercise, check out the incredible East Bank Club (Oprah’s gym). A friend kindly invited me to a yoga class there.  The studio it was held in overlooked the river as the sun went down, making the experience all the more pleasurable.

And, for animal-lovers, missing pets or thinking of adoption, a visit to The Anti-Cruelty Society (157 Grand Avenue) is encouraging.  It occupies a whole city block and has a "transparency policy," domestic animals in-care viewable through all windows. 

Alternatively, a quick walk through Lincoln Park Zoo, in easy-reach of downtown, offers a more exotic break.

Nature and entertainment aren’t forgotten outside of parks, either—even on ("Magnificent") Michigan Ave.  Check out the Saturday afternoon street-performers. And then there’s all those shops…

But, if you are in town for "business," like I was, there’s other priorities, and staying at the Holiday Inn Merchandise Mart Plaza helped—consistently a comfortable, caring, and convenient environment.

Though I haven’t tried it yet, a Segway Tour is on my list of "must-dos" for next time.  I’d also like an evening out on Rush, which seems like a lot of fun…

With all Chicago’s summer festivals, as well as museums, galleries, parks, and lakefront, I really look forward to more visits to this super-friendly city, that’s clearly a shining example to others in so many ways.

Many tourists seem to be impressed with Toronto’s cleanliness. However, unfortunately, its warmth, joie de vivre, welcome, and energy aren’t quite as remarkable.  Locals point out obstacles too, like in Peter Kultenbrouwer’s May 10, 08 National Post article about Yonge-Dundas Square, "A public square that isn’t public."

The National Confectioners’ All Candy Expo is the most fun trade show I’ve attended. Since I enjoy painting candy, it was a great way to view (and sample) new still-life possibilities. Therapy and writing conferences might be stimulating, but they can’t compete. Held in Chicago at McCormick Place, May 20 - 23, 08, ACE also gave me a chance to spend more time in the US’s friendliest city. (A blog entry, "Chicago, My Kind of Town," coming next!)

All types of goodies were represented at ACE, and my favorite exhibitors (in no specific order) included:

Jelly Belly (beans)

Necco (hearts)

Pure Fun (candies)

Mama Mellace’s Naturals (nuts)

Black Opal Licorice

Melville Candy (lollipops)

Choclatique (organic hand-painted chocolate)

MarebluNaturals (crunch cubes)

Little i (mints)

Jelly Belly’s 110th Anniversary Party, hosted by Herm Rowland (Chairman of the Board), topped the list of most unusual entertainments and show hightlight. David Garibaldi, whose father happens to work for the company, put on an outstanding performance.

Garibaldi paints, dances, delights and amazes with his stunning portraiture. He’s also fun to talk to! At the end of the evening, guests went home with a Waterford Crystal commemorative Jelly Bean (that I’ll treasure)!

Despite ACE’s festive atmosphere, more serious political divides still weighed on some attendees’ minds…

"That’s nice!", "Well done!"  "Good for you!" "Great job!" "Keep up the good work!" Kudos is always appreciated, with a little encouragement going a long way.  However, it’s not always forthcoming—especially at times when needed most, and from those we’d like to have issue it.  And then there’s that magical two-word phrase, frequently forgotten, "Thank you!"  

Whether you’ve cooked for dinner guests, made matches between acquaintances, or looked after a friend’s cat, it’s always nice to be acknowledged and appreciated.  But, the more you give out, too often, the less this happens.  Feeling overlooked and taken for granted, continually, can take its toll—make us behave in ways we might not instinctively.  Enter the era of the "cautious" and "jaded."  Sadly, the notion of "once bitten, twice shy", can ring louder than ever.  

Self-absorption, becoming a predominant character trait in western society, today, it’s not surprising that "Please" is missing from many people’s requests.  And, without a "Please," it’s unlikely there’ll be a "Thank you."  Positive change happens one person at a time—personal displays of good manners and respect helping more than might be realized.  Seeing how giving the gift of a "Please," Thank you," or "Well done" can boost someone else’s spirits, can be a great first step in feeling better about yourself too!

Sometimes, a charter is the only way to go, like it or not. Flying during the Christmas rush (unless we have a choice not to) might not be a good idea, as this poem tells…  

The Charter Flight

Screaming, screaming kids
Anxious chatter
Little air
Heavy care

Or, under stress
Easier to expect less.

In case you’re wondering which airline this poem was written on, it was Air Transat.

At the end of December (07), I was on a another transatlantic flight.  I’d just visited a family member who was sick and ended up sitting next to someone who was returning from her mother’s funeral. Personal experience with funeral trips, as well as long-distance illness concerns, compelled me to pull out my notebook and record these poetic reflections.

Planes

Planes are for vacations
celebrations

Planes are for all kinds of reasons
Of life, reveal the many seasons.

In 2007, I seemed to take a number of plane flights back to back.  Flying Toronto - Munich, in November, I put pen to paper, and wrote this poem.  It’s always interesting to have a little notebook in bag when traveling, all kinds of interesting reflections to record…

 

It was great to be back in Boston last weekend, albeit just for an overnight visit.  This city stirs so much positive energy for me.  Good friends and an environment that’s quaint, cultured, and progressive seems to entice locals as well as travelers.  Spring blossoms and time with special friends, of course, were bonuses!  

The last time I was in Boston was Labor Day weekend, and much has changed since then.  Soon-to-be landmarks are now open—or almost:

• The Liberty Hotel, on Charles Street, with its bars and restaurants.

Check out the unique refurbished jail cells, with "light shows."  Then, go downstairs for a meal at Scampo. The food is well-prepared and presented. It’s just the acoustics that need a little work.  You may lose your voice tying to have a conversation with dining companions!

• The Mandarin Hotel, on Boylston Street

• The New Apple Store, on Boylston Street scheduled to open today (May 14, 08).

Although I (like many others) have found the Macbook Air to have a few unexpected kinks, I am still a big fan of everything Apple, and this is a super location.

Saturday lunch was at Stephanie’s. But, unfortunately memories were better than actualities.  Somewhat disorganized and dirty, and not quite as delicious, I wondered what was happening there. Sunday breakfast was at the Panficio Cafe. Clean, efficient, and very delicious, this is definitely a must-try.

Boston has something for everyone, and it certainly loves its parades.  I came across two of them, by chance.  On Saturday, "Youth Pride" on Boston Common.  On Sunday, "Duckling Day Parade," along Charles Street and on to Boston Public Garden.

Special occasions often call for unique settings in which to celebrate.  These are places that you visit once, hoping to experience something out of the ordinary—not with the notion of getting a "good deal."

Recently, I joined friends for a one-of-a-kind evening at C5 (the restaurant/lounge under the ROM’s Michael Lee-Chin Crystal). What we will remember most about the venue:  high prices, miniscule portions, unique decor.

At this new Toronto dining attraction, you’re clearly paying for ambiance and originality.  Though the food is tasty (what there is of it), those not on calorie controlled diets may need to go home to a hearty meal later—or fill up on treats at a movie afterwards, as we ended up doing.

 

Recently, an e-mail arrived inviting me to decorate a terra cotta plant holder to be auctioned off at a charity event, Eat Play Love, put on by Toronto’s Children’s Peace Theatre, this Saturday, May 10, 08.  Though I had no previous knowledge of the charity and wouldn’t be able to attend the event, I thought it was a fun idea and interesting cause.  This past Monday evening, the pot was delivered.  By Wednesday afternoon, I’d glamorized it with faux jewels and iridescent paints. Almost overnight, a non-descript container started to turn into a "Magic Pot."  Artists are often called on to give in whatever ways they can.  Whenever and however possible, most of us try our best—whether time and resources permit, or not.  The finished pot is inserted above.  How it looked before treatment is inserted below.

I have had the privilege of being an artist donor for Boston’s Art Connection for several years, already.  This is a marvelous one-of-a-kind artist- and community-friendly organization.  It would be wonderful if other major cities could follow its model, bringing artists and the wider community together, year-round, in mutually satisfying and innovative ways. 

I am thrilled to announce that Nicholas G. Vahlkamp is now my art dealer in Chicago and the Midwest.  He is co-principal of the Kamp Galleries:  Chicago, at the Drake Hotel, 140 East Walton Place (off Michigan Ave/The Magnificent Mile);  Winnetka, at 563 Lincoln Ave.

Please check out the galleries’ current shows:
• At the Drake, Chicago:  "Rediscovering Modern" (May 1 - May 31, 2008)
• In Winnetka:  "Chicago Artists We Love"  (April 1, 2008 - June 30, 2008)

A quick Google search to find other artists’ impressions of Toronto Art Expo (08) led me to the Artists Toronto blog.  After agreeing with some of the commentaries posted there about the event, I thought I’d look into membership.  Sharon Barr welcomed my "application."  What happened next was curious.  10 days later, she sent me a friendly-solicitation for ideas to help grow their site.  Suggestions wanted included the donation of e-mail lists and industry connections as well as initiative to devise a group show.  26 days later, I received an anonymous  "jury" rejection from a personal e-mail address that had the name "Jones" in it. A quick Facebook search enabled me to deduce that It was Stan Jones who’d provided the "glad tidings." It simply stated:  "It is the consensus of our committee that the images you have submitted for approval do not meet the subjective objectives of our committee."  I wasn’t sure what that actually meant, or what they could really be looking for.  All I was aware of were inconsistencies.  Note the time line for communications.  Application, solicitation, rejection.  Also note that they don’t have a 2-week application response turn-around, as posted.  One would expect elitism/run-arounds in the wider art world, but not from a parochial group that touts itself, in correspondence, as a "viable grassroots undertaking." By the way, you’ll find the Artists Toronto blog piece about Toronto Art Expo under the header "The Big Spring Art Shows."  The date given for it, right now, is March 8, 2009.  Of course, we know it must be 2008—and will likely be corrected, eventually.

p.s. Since posting this blog entry, I have received clarification from Mr. Jones about the AT "committee."  Apparently, it has five members (including him).  He states, "’Subjective objectives’ reflect the consensus of our jury in what we feel is a degree of artistic merit that we’re collectively comfortable with.  But it is only our opinion."  Unfortunately, still no explanation of the application, solicitation, rejection procedure.  Only a remark about  familiarity with "entrepreneurial drive."  If they do really intend their site to be "the main connection between Toronto artists and the art loving community" (as announced on their home page), they’ve demonstrated an interesting modus operandi with a target audience.
Perhaps it’s personal artist-artist-friendly experiences in the US, Europe, and beyond that make me all the more sensitive to Toronto artists’ (unnecessary) obstacles.

Children enjoy my artwork, at The Artist’s Project, too—strollers being rolled up to low hanging pieces, like Majesty and Flirt, the Giraffes.

Men really seemed to like my painting, Passion.  One man was happy to pose  for photos.  He just happened to be wearing a shirt that color-coordinated.  Pink-obsessed little girls were also drawn to this piece.

My booth at The Artist Project ended up being a retrospective of the last 18 months’ work.  

After two days of unpacking and hanging, it was time to relax and take a phone call. To take a closer look at individual pieces, please check out DocSusan’s Artist Galleries. 

Outside the Merchandise Mart main entrance, a wire face sculpture has just been errected.  US flags wave in the background on a warm spring day, with Chicago River architecture as backdrop.

 
Tonight is opening/preview night and my Artist Project booth is finally set up, after two days’ preparation. To take a closer look at individual pieces, please check out DocSusan’s Artist Galleries. 

p.s.  The face sculpture is called SHO, and was created by Spanish/international artist, Jaume Plensa who is represented by the Richard Gray Gallery.  In Chicago, he is known for his design of the Crown Fountain in Millenium Park.

All thoughts (for me) lead back to Kilimanjaro at some point.  Once you’ve completed this ascent, it’s hard to forget it.  I was thrilled to have a friend tell me about the OLN screening of the IMAX movie, To the Roof of Africa, March 16, 08.  Two things struck me about this movie, in particular.  Firstly, what wonderful weather conditions the group seemed to have!  (The struggle my own group had experienced against the elements was incomparable.)  Secondly, how right the guide, Jacob, was with his remark that Kilimanjaro is a place where ordinary people do extraordinary things—leave their everyday lives to stand in a place between heaven and earth.  Since every climb is unique (conditions, obviously, do vary) it’s important to be properly prepared:  tealize that the movie may make things look a little simpler than they might actually be for most, physically and emotionally. 

In North America, 24/7 schedules make it hard for us to keep up with ourselves.  Every day of the week is the same and work hours seem to have no beginning or end.  We have to be "on" all the time—with a Blackberry or cell, even while walking the dog or at the grocery store.  We think we’re saving ourselves time—trying to create more space for leisure—but are we really?  There’s always something else to do and another qualification to have.  It’s not just knowing how to do what we do, it’s knowing how to present and sell it.  And for that, you probably need writing or computer skills (that might have nothing to do with the job in hand) as well as a factory connection in China. Slowing down and switching off aren’t usually an option if you want to get ahead.  No time for bed!  Then there’s the relationship you don’t have, which frees up more time for work and disables you further from having any personal life at all.  Then there’s the diet you can’t stick with because convenience food is convenient.  Also, if you’re in the middle of a home renovation, you probably won’t have your kitchen fixed, properly, for at least another year.  Whatever can go wrong offers new challenges—takes time beyond the 24/7 that you don’t have in the first place. There once was a movie about working 9 - 5.  Can you believe it?!

As you’ll see from the photos (above and below), Poopals, Lev and Sage, approve my new Animal Magic Collection.  And, they have their favorites!  To see more, please check out the Animal Magic/Artist Project Gallery.

April 1, 2008, I switched on the The View half-way through a "Hot Topic" discussion.  It appeared to acknowledge dismay among 45s to 50s who haven’t accomplished what they’ve hoped to.  Factors that don’t make them feel any better were described as including lack of community and so many people being alone (especially women).  

Being so intensely engaged in my "Animal Magic" painting project (just switching on the television for "background"), I was aware I’d postponed posting blog entries that have been in the works for a while. This episode of The View prompted me to want to add to the discussion.  Relationship (or lack of relationship) disappointments, misperceptions, and day-to-day struggles are common to us all, which is why I believe it’s good share them. 

This blog entry’s "warm topic" draws attention to why some singles might ellicit more sympathy than others, and how perceptions might help shape realities…

Definitions:
1. The "Single Because" is single again.
2. The "Just Single" has always been single.
3. The "(Im)Perfectly Single" doesn’t like to be defined…

Some candid and common assumptions about each type:

The "Single Because" can prompt perceptions that include:
1.  Did succeed at one time
2.  Has been proven worthy
3.  Has had something to offer (and can again)
4.  Has suffered a "loss" that should be remedied (replaced)
5.  Needs help because of a changed situation
6.  Will benefit from being in relationship

The "Just Single" can prompt perceptions that include:
1.  Hasn’t tried hard enough
2.  Isn’t worthy of more
3.  Doesn’t offer enough
4.  Has no "special needs"
5.  Is not a priority
6.  Could be "difficult" in a relationship

The "Single Because" is widowed, divorced, or separated.  Both the "Just Single" and the "Single Because" might be single parents. The "(Im)Perfectly Single" might have "options," but still keeps on looking for that "impossibly-perfect other"—even if less than perfect, personally.  Perhaps that’s why the description, "Player," is easily substituted.  A "Player" is often charming, generous, good-looking, and smart.  But there’s usually a flip side:  self-absorbed, inconsiderate, insensitive, and cowardly, too.  Instead of focusing on, and trying to stick to one (really liked) other, this person can’t commit:  either "fades away" or ends things abruptly, a million excuses as to why things cannot work.

Those who seem to ellicit most sympathy, socially, are widowed or single parents.  The genuine distress their situations frequently cause can’t be denied.  But, some do know how to take advantage of circumstances—get extra help and attention that might not have come their way otherwise…

No matter one’s single status, a recent book, by Pari Livermore might be enouraging to those seriously searching, especially if female.  Called How to Marry a Fabulous Man, its Today Show feature told a little about Ms Livermore and her one-of-a-kind philanthropic dating service and philosophy, as well as her "31 ways to meet, catch, and keep Mr. Right." 

…and mine is Lev. Please check out the silouhette in the bottom left hand corner of the image below.

I, also, have the responsiblity to watch over Lev, and Poodle pal, Sage.  This morning’s Today Show discussed the alarming rise in dognapping, giving lists of recommendations on how to protect our canine companions.  The information provided is worth checking out.  Its in the form of an article called, Pets as Prey:  Alarming rise in dognapping:  Smart advice on how you can protect your canine companions from theft. 

Even after studying beginner Italian for three semesters at the Toronto’s Italian Cultural Institute, and buying a bunch of self-help books and tapes, I wasn’t confident enough to speak the language once in Florence (for the Biennale). However, this didn’t detract from my enjoyment of being there, and sensing what was said and written—taking in the ambiance, mood, and energy. In Italy, la dolce vita (the good life) is energizing, especially when a stark Canadian winter sets in.  At a quick glance, here is some of what seems to matter:  art(s), food, hairdressers, individuality, laughter, playfulness, style, uniqueness

Food tastes different—fruit and vegetables smell like they’re supposed to (haven’t been forced or altered), and time is taken over meals. Friends gather in large groups and share what’s on the table—at home and in restaurants.  There’s a lot there, but servings are adequate, not excessive.  People learn how to dine, course by course, and interact while eating, from an early age.  They also are seen out walking on a daily basis.

There may be chaos surrounding organized events and activities, but everything gets done, just in time, and happens how it’s supposed to.  Along the way, it might be realized that biggest isn’t necessarily be best.  More intimate gatherings and personal/neighborly relationships prevail.  Instead of being home alone, many are out doing their daily grocery shop, or frequenting destinations in easy reach, by foot.  The streets bustle with locals engaged in habitual activities that have existed for generations:  going to mass, errecting and taking down market stands, or standing up for an aperitif and antipasto at a corner bar. Even well-known bursts of rain don’t stop everyday life, or visitors.

A few local tried and proven recommendations in Firenze include:  Carlo Bay: haircare; Cellai: hotel accomodation; Grom: gelato;  Madova: gloves; Muniaciello: pizza, cocktails, music, Rivoire: lunch, pastries, home-made chocolate; Zaza: fun, central trattoria; Zechhi: art supplies.

The organizers of Artropolis have kindly given their Artist Project participants a link to share with friends and clients. By clicking on this, you will be able to download free passes for all five shows making up the Artropolis weekend. If you do attend the Artist Project, please stop by my booth (8-4123A) and say "hi." Look forward to seeing you there! The DocSusan Artist Project Gallery will have further updates and images closer to the time!

New puppies draw a lot of attention.  Dogs’ aging processes and illnesses don’t get enough. In the last month, I’ve experienced two veterinary emergencies with poopals, Lev (now 11) and Sage (now eight).  These have reminded me how quickly caninekind live their lives.  Anything that happens to them seems to come about almost instantaneously (far more speedily than with humans).  Sage got a blocked anal gland, with absess.  Lev had a third eyelid appear that I didn’t know exists.  Both dogs’ conditions were alarming.  Sage did a lot of licking and could barely walk.  Lev pointed her head in my direction, eye completely white (no eye ball showing). Thankfully, I noticed each dog’s symptoms promptly, and got emergency veterinary appointments and treatments.  I treasure every moment with such wonderful companions, and am thankful to have found appropriate, expedient, and convenient care for them.  Sometimes, there’s a tendency to wait and see what happens if we’re feeling poorly.  Animals don’t seem to have as much time as we do. Not only can they not explain to us how they’re feeling, they also tend to display greater bravery (suffer in silence).  If we have pets in our lives, it’s our responsibility to be alert to changes in their conditions, taking action right away if we are aware that something could be wrong.

Sage thanks East York Animal Clinic staff, and Dr. Kneebone.

Lev thanks Rosedale Animal Hospital staff, and Dr. Davidson.

Walking through the Yonge/St. Clair Centre (Toronto) to purchase a treat at Timothy’s, Easter Friday morning, I wasn’t surprised to notice that Ziggy’s/St. Clair Market (Loblaws flagship supermarket) was closed (grills down).  What did catch my attention was their display of floral merchandise that wasn’t locked away. Even if there are hidden cameras, and this is the way things are left daily, I still find it remarkable.  Perhaps that’s because I grew up in Liverpool.  Even though it’s the European Capital of Culture for 2008, most stores (and their goods) still have to be boarded up when businesses aren’t open.

Painting for The Artist Project, I have animalkind on my mind.  And, whatever is on one’s mind can pop up, by coincidence, in other places.  The leapyear edition of the Tonight Show (February 29) was a wild-animal enthusiast’s delight.  An avid cat-lover, Jay showed fearlessness romping and head-butting with a lion cub, massaging hyenas, and cuddling with baby leopoard-kind.  After backing off from a a mongoose, he wasn’t phased to see his stage "marked" by a feline guest who was just doing what animals do. Even human guest human, Patricia Arquette, was coaxed to talk about her fondness for dickdicks—interesting to her because they mate for life and always poop in the same spot.  In just moments, Dave Salmoni’s animal parade, Patricia Arquette’s explanations, and Jay Leno’s playful jests had transported me back to the African bush. I felt truly privileged to have been able to see all animal types in their natural settings—and to be painting some of them now.  Jay Leno proved his versatilitiy and power yet again.  No wonder the media is abuzz as to what he’s going to be doing next, and at what price.  The Tonight Show (and painting into the wee hours) won’t be the same without him!

There are more international art fairs and artists than ever. While visitors may only witness final happenings, what goes on behind the scenes for artist participants can present a totally different picture (no pun intended). In Italy (at the Biennale), logistical idiosyncracies went with the territory.  In Toronto, for an established local event, like Art Expo, perhaps my expectations were too high.  When event dates were moved up, just before Christmas (with tardy website adjustments, and a clash with a competing art show), other surprises weren’t yet in the air. (Please see an earlier blog entry, "Change of Date, Change of Fate:  Toronto Art Expo 08 Snowed Under," March 16, 08)

Reminders were included in Art Expo e-communications assuring that "no other" show goes to Art Expo’s lengths to make things easy for those exhibiting.  However, return e-mails, phone calls, and receipts, were difficult to obtain. Also, pre-show move-in wasn’t happy. Arriving for a mandatory end-of-the-day slot, it was disappointing to discover that recommended (rented) booth equipment wasn’t in place, making eventual set-up uncertain and tense. (I am very grateful to those who took non-job related initiatives, well into the night, to help postion my display prior to the next morning.)

Art Expo artists incur heavy costs for the privilege of participation, no matter show actualities. Here’s my own tally:
Sums Paid to Rime Canada:  $1957
• Amount for the smallest booth (5 x 15 feet):  $1695
• Amount for participating in the Toronto Life Advertisement option:  $265
Sums Paid to "Recommended Decorators":  $859.34
Booth’s basic fixtures (not included in booth registration fee, and outsourced):
• Showtech:  rental of 2 high ceiling mounted floodlights (secured at a greater distance from the booth than anticipated):  $540.14
• Stronco Show Services:  rental of a 5 by 15 foot strip of (poorly cut) grey carpet, no underlay:  $166.95
• Canfence:  rental of a custom-made (yet rusty and broken) fencing enclosure on which to hang the artwork:  $152.25
Sums Paid to the Toronto Convention Center:  $55
• Parking Pass:  $55
(Internet connection not taken because it was $895 +5% gst for wired access, and $395 for wireless access)

Different art shows, I now realize, can be lighter on the wallet, and suggest less possibilities for set-up stress/additional costs. Take, for instance, the Artist Project (Toronto), which happened the same weekend as Art Expo.  Here are their booth rates: 5 X 10 $600 + $300 = $900; 5 X 15 $900 + $400 = $1250; 5 X 20 $1200 + $400 = $1600; 10 X 10 $800 + $400 = $1200; 10 X 15 $1200 + $600 = $1800; 10 X 20 $1600 + $800 = $2400. A note from the Artist Project’s user-friendly Website clarifies inclusions: "We have negotiated a great price for the gallery style hard-wall system. The cost for this rental is included in the price of your booth. This system will facilitate a smooth and easy move-in; all you need to do is hang your artwork  and provide your electrical and lighting. As well, these walls will ensure a high-end, professional looking show…"

Right now, I’m looking forward to exhibiting at The Artist Project, Chicago, April 24 - 29, 08.  So far, the greatest administrivia difficulties and financial expenses connected with this show pertain to cross-border protocols and logistics.  Shipping to an out-of-the-country event, and determining far-from-home transportation, accomodation, and on-site necessities presents fresh challenges and adventures…

If this blog becomes a little less active over the next few weeks, please understand.  Now, back up to the painting studio!

For Toronto Art Expo’s opening night, I wore one of my home-made crochet creations. Many times, we make hand crafted clothes and then feel too afraid to wear them.  But, for special occasions like an art exhibit, I thought it might be fun to do so.  This crocheted outfit had many commenting that I looked like my paintings!

For more Susan-of-a-kind crochet creations please check out the crochet gallery linked to a previous blog entry, (Crochet for Stress Reduction, Fashion, and Fun, December 25, 2006).

Just as in Florence, at the Biennale, in Toronto, at Art Expo, children and caninekind seemed to gravitate to my artwork. (Please see this blog’s earlier entry:  Florence Biennale: Observations and Feedback, February 4, 2008)

Children, as well as adults, get excited about my candy paintings in particular!

How did this dog sneak into the Convention Centre for a show, and not get asked to leave? Perhaps when attendance wasn’t high, rules were overlooked…

This Sunday morning (today) was crisp but spring-like. Woken by birds singing and seeing the snow melt, I couldn’t help but think back to last Sunday morning—having to dig myself out of the house.  Last Saturday night, I abandoned my car at the Metro Toronto Convention Centre parking lot because we were in the midst of a snow storm—weather conditions that didn’t bode well for Toronto Art Expo attendance.  Originally, Toronto Art Expo was supposed to be held this weekend (March 13 - 16) and these dates could have worked out better had they been kept.  

When Mr. Peter Maguire (President of Rime Canada/Organizer of Toronto Art Expo) confirmed the date switch (off-line, just before Christmas, and on-line, well into January) from March 13 - 16 to March 6 - 9, 08, I was uneasy.  Apparently, there were two main reasons for the date-change:  to catch March break big-spenders before they left on vacation, and to upstage Toronto’s Artist Project’s first-year, which Maguire didn’t want to have poach his audience a week in advance.  

Sometimes, calculations and manipulations just don’t work.  Mother Nature is more powerful than humankind.  What is meant to be will be, rash or reasonable decisions and changes having little influence over outcome.

Irony:  A week after the event, receipts still haven’t been issued by Toronto Art Expo for expenses already paid (despite pre-show requests).  However, on the Saturday of the actual event weekend, reapplication packages were hand-delivered to each participant’s booth for next year (2009). Then, on the Sunday two paper warnings appeared.  The first note stated that 5 pm would be the cut-off time for resign-up.  Those who didn’t do so by then would be subject to re-jurying and possible price increase.  They’d also lose seniority over booth allocation.  The second note extended the deadline till 6 pm because of "traffic on the floor."

As I sat quietly in my booth (few attendees in evidence) musing about how Toronto Art Expo 08 (at least from what I’d witnessed) seemed doomed from the start, any notion of feeling pressure/anxiety to sign up (and pay up) for a repeat performance seemed a little silly.

Every winter I try to be as creative as possible with the floral arrangements/greenery outside my home.  But, in a cold snowy climate this can be difficult—especially for someone who favors natural over fake. This year, I made a 50-50 display (50 percent natural, 50 percent fake), and it’s been more long-lasting and attractive than previous years.  In fact, the fake parts (fruits and berry branches) have had better durability than expected.  Even after holding a lot of snow they will be recyclable for next year’s arrangement!

p.s. Canada Blooms may be happening right now, but nothing’s changed with the arrangements outside my home. No hint of spring!

On the coldest of winter days, Poodle pals, Lev and Sage, are very good at finding the sunniest spot in the house and luxuriate in its warmth.

I am exhibitng my spring fine art collection "From Doodlemania to Organic Art" at Toronto Art Expo, March 6 -9, 2008 (Toronto’s Metro Convention Center). After the event, I will offer behind-the-scenes tidbits pertaining to this "happening" and its organization on this blog.  What artist participants experience and what the general public notices, will likely be interesting (and different)… Participating at the Florence Biennale had predictable bumps (some of which are already recorded on this blog).  Showing artwork in a foreign country with different ways and standards is always an adventure!  In Toronto, however, and due to the heavy costs of participating at an event that’s not in its infancy, my expectations have been higher…  Let’s see what happens!

My booth is 401 u/l.  It’s on the upper level, in the far back left-hand corner, at the bottom of aisle A and adjacent to the toilets.  Please stop by and say "Hello!"  Hang out for a while!  Look for sping colors and feelings. I hope to create a "cozy, welcoming corner":  a little sanctuary tucked away in an overwhelming, large, noisy hall.  

Painting through a  "long, cold, lonely winter," this "Litttle Darlin’" has been crying out for spring—imagining it in a myriad of shapes and colors. (Please click the link just given and listen to the You Tube song that you’ll find there!)

The paintings on display, I hope, will lift the spirits, and hearts, of Art Expo visitors.  Oh, and, by the way, most of them are for sale!  The Art Expo mandate is that only originally work can be displayed and sold there.  Reproductions are available to order, outside of the show…

Dental Hygiene is important, for caninkind as well as humans.  However, too often this gets overlooked, especially as dogs age and have greater health risks. The routine to change smoke detector alarms when the hour moves forward or back is a good one.  Special days have a way of triggering us to remember special routines.  This year, Valentine’s Day was all the more significant for me, and will be in the future—as "Poopals Appreciation Day."  Lev and Sage had a trip to the vet to get their teeth cleaned.  Anne, the technician at East York Animal Clinical did a wonderful job, and Dr. Cindy Kneebone prescribed a potion to facilitate tartar removal year-round. No brushing required!  Leba III is a totally natural spray in solution—for humans as well as dogs.  It’s too early to gage long-term results, but so far so good.  Take a look at Sage’s clean teeth in the slightly hard-to-see snapshot above!  (Sage wouldn’t keep still.)

This morning, I can hear the birds singing, a treat I’ve not been aware of in a long time.  It’s a sunny but crisp Sunday, and I think I can feel spring in the air.  I don’t know if this is true, but can only hope that we could actually be in for some milder weather and related mood changes.  To quote a familiar Beatles’ song, "It’s been a long, cold, lonely winter."  In a climate like Toronto’s, when snow is heavy, situations arise that would be unusual elsewhere, like the one described here…

Adequate and accessible parking for the genuinely disabled is essential, but not when be hazardous.  For too long, vehicles with disabled stickers (not necessarily disabled drivers) have been allowed to park on busy mid-town cross streets, like Balmoral.  These roadways that get even narrower when snowbanks pile up, like this past February. When a Wheel-Trans vehicle tried to squeeze between a parked Mini (with disabled sticker) and an iced over snowbank there was a wedging, and neither vehicle could be moved without tow truck assistance and police intervention.  Consequence, the street was inaccessible to regular traffic for three hours.  What are the chances  that a Wheel-Trans vehicle should squish a car displaying a disabled sticker.  Perhaps there’s a message in the irony?

Police vehicle cutting off the "accident area, parked vertically—shows how narrow the street is

Typical family size SUV arriving at "accident area"—shows the street can only really accommodate one lane of traffic