Saturday

This is my partner-honey who is moving back to England, where I am, from Vancouver, Canada on Saturday.

Trafalgar Square

Here are pictures of Trafalgar Square with the National Gallery and Canada House, the embassy. See if you can tell which ones are the model and which ones are real. Just to throw you off: I may or may not have been in a helicopter flying over the square this week.

My Favourite of the Chelsea College BFA Grad Show

The Chocolate Curse

This is the Holborn Tube Station where they were giving away free KitKat Peanut Butter Bars the other day. I managed to nab 4. Today the radio announced Cadbury was recalling 7 varieties of chocolate bar due to the possiblity of Salmonella. Lucky me. I knew it was too good to be true!

Full BBC Article

Which to Eat First? Hmmm. The Chicken or the Egg?

Football Fever

The Boat: Part II

I am still obsessed with the boat. It still sits there in the middle of the parade ground. It still symbolizes freedom for me. Freedom from my Masters. Freedom from schedules. Freedom from "regular" life. I am in London in the midst of my MFA. I have wanted this for 8 or more years: this school and this city. I've placed tremendous pressure on myself to "succeed", to make a name for myself in London, to get a gallery, and to rise above everyone else and be the best. The sheer insanity of that goal has not yet sunk into my determined one-track mind. I am tense. I am overwhelmed. I am focused at times and frazzled the rest. I have not even taken a real opportunity to stop and enjoy the city I am in. The other thing about that boat is that Lia has merged two of her life disciplines. Boating and art. How have I done that? I have art, cooking and foods, travel and anthropology. How do they merge? I have experimented this year with cooking as live performance. My research paper is more of an anthropological look at how food is tightly wound around culture and culture around food. I came across artists in my research who use food as theme, food as medium, and food and lifestyle as performance. So am I really hitting the right nail on the head when I sit in my studio painting pastries or when I cook as live performance? If a live performance is at its most honest, would it be independant from the context of an art institute? As one of the other students voiced, would that not make the "real" art makers those who do not think of themselves as artists, but go about their everyday lives? Regular people performing REAL acts of art completely unconsciously? Sigh. It is a bit of a dead end to bring up in my group tutorial...as I tried. I was going to advocate that I go to chef school as the most unconcious and truest act of being an artist. Anyway...that boat. I like it. I like what it stands for in the midst of this particular setting. It is something of a wider view than the institution it was set up for. It includes all those "non-art" doings of an artist. Well...back to my studio!

View her 2 live webcams

My Backyard. My Laundry.

Magazines and their Attachments

Here in London you can get all sorts of things with your magazine. It is no longer just a simple scan of the magazines to find your favourite. You now ask yourself, "which magazine will best help me build my empire?" I've seen free beer, free bags, free DVD's, free shirts, free sun glasses, free chocolate and more.

A Sunday in Whitstable