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 . . .