b r i g h t

Winter in Canada can be, at times, seriously depressing. Once daylight savings has passed (when we jump our clocks back an hour in order to have more morning sunlight) the sun sets at approximately 4:00...When I leave work around 5:00 and it's as dark as midnight, it feels eerily like being in a time warp. What's even stranger is how this seems to bother me now, whereas in years past I could have cared less (and even relished the darkness more than the light).

[The night is dark and full of terrors].

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Last Halloween was the first one that Josh and I spent together; we'd been dating for a little over a month and the party which we attended was the first major event where I would meet all of his friends. I made Josh's requested costume: a sunflower/dandelion. He wore green tights and a green ladies t-shirt from Joe Fresh (which I got to keep, hooray!) and the lovely headdress pictured above. I glued plastic flowers all over a decapitated hoodie hood for him; the hat is incredibly, surprisingly snuggly and we both joke about wearing it for a winter hat.

It's objects and memories like these that help me through the darkness.

a r t i s t . a l l e y

I'm excited to announce that I'll be participating in Artist Alley, an outdoor market in Kitchener Waterloo presented by The Button Factory! The market will feature local artists and is open select Fridays until October, as well as the Saturday dates listed above; it's located adjacent to The Button Factory, across from the Waterloo Parkade between King & Regina Street. For more information, please visit The Button Factory's website.

I've been a busy bee the past few weeks gearing up: pouring resin, framing drawings and packaging products. I'll be featuring rings, pins, stickers, original drawings & paintings, prints and magnets. If you're in the area, stop by and say hello!

Hope to see you all there!

h o m e

Home is: being greeted at the door by a ginger cat and a grey pug; lazily chatting on the back patio; a well stocked fridge; treadmill running in a retro laundry room; sleeping late, nestled in a sumptuous bed; verdant streets and yards, wide open spaces.

Home is: nostalgia; famaliar faces and voices.

Home is love and it's heartbreakingly hard to leave.

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