Wintertime on A lake in Norway

four times per year

the provisions are delivered

four times a year 

once in dead cold

the roads are closed

and a boat's not an option

the lake is now ice

with a coating of snow

travel 'cross ice 

leaving tracks not to follow

they are a caution 

someone's passed here before

 

the sack on a sled

efficient and agile

at the start you say

I could have taken more

In the refuge oasis

 the island of tress

you can't stay too long

you feel safe, you won't leave

the wind may be biting

advance past the tree line

just think of arriving

on the far side

it seems too distant

with your heavy load

but you've done it before

knowing that's all you need

take the first step

where the ice isn't worn down

across to the clearing

with the old crooked tree

 

deliver the wares

warm up your feet

start plans for next time

prepare once again to leave 

painting process

From start to finish 

the idea is a photographic documentation of the process of a painting from start to finish to then be displayed, sequentially, in limited edition prints along with the finished painting at the end of the series. 

(this ended up being painted over months later, but it was a good trial run)

Spring 2013...research begins

 coruscation...

Stream of consciousness expanding on the visuals supplied, and try to verbalize the images in my mind. 

The wings, blues, greys, wind, lightness, silhouettes, ovals, owls, wind, raincoat, umbrella, water drops, ocean, stormy grey water, rough seas, sea/horizon/sky/clouds=tulle/silk/lace/water resistant, Swarovski, wind, feathers, sparkle, glint, two of a feather, crane, slender, elongate, luster, flutter...coruscation

 

in preparation for the Spring 2013 collection, here is the first set of research images

thefashionlist Paris Womenswear 2012

The following is my coverage for the Fall Winter 2012/13 Paris runway shows and presentations for theFashionList

Issey Miyake

Amaya Arzuaga

Basil Soda

Peachoo Krejberg

Le Moine Tricote

Damir Doma

Steffie Christiaens

Clarisse Hieraix

Pascal Millet

Corrado de Biase

eeld

Allude

Jiki

Devastee

Azru Kaprol

Elie Saab

hidden in the landscape...

...the house smelled earthy and moist. From the inside you could see out over the lake, vast and open to the unbounded sky, almost forgetting the confinement of your vantage point, embedded into the hillside. Protected by the stones and reinforced wood panels lining the walls. The front and back door led out to two different worlds. One to the enclosed garden and the vista of green grass and wildflowers beyond the cultivated patch, and the other towards the misty lake giving access to the lands beyond via the canoe that was kept down by the wooden dock. It was the most lush season of the year, which meant many days of cloud cover and rain. And the wait for the flowers to bloom from the bright, yellow-green sprouts that emerged boldly from the protection of their own earthy enclose...

you know what you need to do next...

...the man said.

but the world is too big, she thought to herself, lying on her back looking up at a sky that seemed either right in front of her face, about to crush her into the field in which she lay, or it was so far away that the illusion of it's mass was only a fabrication of her imagination, which, as it happens, fabricated a lot of things. I know what I need to do next, she thought to herself. And the sky diffused into an innumerable number of little invisible particles that she breathed in deep so she had a part of the big limitless sky inside herself. I know what I need to do next. The thought repeated over again in her head. After I'm done laying here with the sky . . .

journey to the lava-fall

 

...from where she stood the terrain looked lush and green, but she knew the perils of the journey. To make it back safely, she would have to take the short cut under the waterfall. Her only chance would be just as the sun set, when its rays turned the water hot orange, like lava spilling over the edge of the towering wall of rock, and the passageway opened. She saw the fading light of the sun behind the cloud cover. it was quickly approaching the line of the mountain tops on its way past the horizon into night. It was time to hurry...

Color in the Arctic

Frank Hurley photographs the British Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition led by Sir Ernest Shackleton’s on the ill fated 'Endurance.'

Tom Thomson

TOM THOMSON OF THE CANADIAN GROUP OF SEVEN-
LOVE THIS WORK AND THE REST OF THE GROUP TO BE FEATURED LATER

beastly

what are  are you doing with those horns?
I am in the mood to hear you running down the freeway
like a panther

not a leaopard
like your spots would have me believe
clacking heels and jingling change purse

thicker skin over your heart won't do much good against modern weaponry
it's nothing like cannon fire coming from the sea

I'd stick to the black it suits your disposition
those spots attract too much attention

and you don't know what you're doing with those horns
give yourself a break
why make it harder to get up into that tree?