Some of My Recent Poetry and Artwork

 Signs

I don’t know him very well:

I know he’s read Kafka and Marx.

 

I don’t know him very well;

I know he is a bit younger than me

And much quieter.

 

I don’t know him very well;

I know he is passionate

About music

And talented.

 

I don’t know him very well;

I know he kisses gently

As though awaiting a further invitation.

The kind of polite kiss that says

He is cautious.

 

I hardly know him at all!

Bad girl that I am,

I ruin everything

With my impulsive heart

Given thoughtlessly

To a near stranger.

 

I hardly knew him but I noticed

He was lonely when I was too,

Noticed that

He was handsome in his own way

Both of us uniquely marked,

Complimentary.

He seemed, in his reticence, to say everything.

 

I didn’t know him very well;

And In my ignorant bliss assumed that this was all

A sort of sign.

But I guess we failed to align

Because soon after that time

He disappeared.

 

Signs are funny like that,

An illusion of time and events

That gives one a sense of deeper meaning,

Always fleeting

As perspectives change…

 

Signs are funny like that,

Showing up in so many faces,

Or a peculiar set of scenery

An inkling of

Significance to be pondered.

 

I don’t know if

This was a sign or a waste of time,

But it’s igniting sparks of recognition within me

Like fireworks.

 

I don’t know if

I should feel sad

But I do feel glad.

 

I don’t need to know him

To feel gratitude for what he meant in my life.

 

Signs of growth.

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New Season, New Plans

It’s been a while since I updated this blog, mostly because I haven’t had much spare time this semester. However I am getting back into the swing of things now that school is coming to a close. I’m starting the summer strong with a brand new project I’m finally getting around to:

I’m very excited to announce that I will be starting an online vintage and secondhand clothing boutique via Etsy called Hazelspit Vintage!

Hazelspit Vintage will consist of various vintage and secondhand/thrifted clothes, and curioso. I hope to eventually expand it to include custom designed and handmade t-shirts, as well as other handmade, dyed, and altered clothing, not to mention fine art. For now the shop will be focused entirely on women’s fashion, particularly secondhand designer and brand name clothing.

I’m so thrilled to finally be making moves to get this project off the ground, as it’s been a goal of mine for some time. I’m also developing some more creative projects to occupy my spare time this summer. I’m finally getting around to making music again, and will be collaborating with a couple DJs to get back into the groove of things. My soundcloud may actually contain original works in the future! XD I’m also planning a series of interview based documentary style youtube videos on a variety of social and philosophical topics. All in all, the coming season promises many creative outlets!

Making Music (kind of)

So I decided to record a bit of my music practice and put it on youtube. I’m not a huge Adele fan, but the song is fairly simple and fun to play.

I’ve always had a hard time making music. As someone who is a ‘natural’ in a lot of ways, struggling with my own self expression in music has been a point of frustration for me for years. I started playing guitar 6 years ago, and through lack of dedication and general confusion I’ve never managed more than a weak rythym guitar at best. I used to have the voice to make up for it, though I haven’t done any vocal training in years. As part of my new year’s goals (not resolutions, but goals!) I wanted to go back to making music, and it starts here and now. 🙂

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What should you do when you have a trillion assignments to complete and a massive research paper breathing down your neck? Probably spend irresponsible amounts of time on the internetz and make a GIF to commemorate the experience. I present to you, “Wow Vancouver!”

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La Vie Quotidienne du Chatte

EDITED: this is the final version.

My main sources of cinematic inspiration when creating this piece were Stoker, and Amelie. I love the whimsical/dramatic style of narration in those movies. I really enjoyed adding the narration and subtitles, it was like a project within a project (projectception? too far?).  I wasn’t quite prepared for the nostalgia this project awoke in me. Speaking French is something I rarely get to do, it’s a little known fact that I studied it my entire school-age life. Something about experiencing the language opens a sort of portal back to those childhood feelings. My cat knows all about it: she was there, never wavering in her daily activities.

I thought I was done posting, and then I found this…

Wow. If this doesn’t make you think and feel, then you might be dead. Just one of many strange and wonderful video remixes by Cyriak. I don’t have time to reflect much on this now, but I don’t really think it needs my commentary. It’s pretty outstanding.

Project in Progress: Video Remix Project Update

A couple sessions of gathering and converting YouTube clips, and a few hours of editing and I have the base of what I’m working on: I’m pleased to report the initial work for the video project is done!

I’ve talked about it before, but I’m still fascinated by the evolution a piece of art goes through during it’s creation. I included in my proposal, an in depth description of a dream I’m trying to capture in remix video. This is to serve as a general guide and a point of reference, not a serious script. It’s a jumping place, and something to look back at when the piece is done, so I can document more clearly the overall process.

I am really enjoying using video because I find it so easily manipulate. It makes good sense to me, scrolling, cutting, pasting, matching like pieces together, transitioning. I plan on using video layering techniques in this project to help achieve the ethereal/emotional quality of a dream, and also because I love it (if you saw my GIFs then you already know!).

The biggest challenge was how to recombine all my clipped footage. I have so many tiny segments, and several longer sections yet to be overlapped to help provide continuity within the piece (with almost 20 source videos, I need some continuous elements for blending). I’m learning a lot about adding effects, as I tweak each little piece to match and fit with the next. At the end I plan on adding a single effect over the whole piece to assist with the overall feel of the work.

 

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Original Artwork

I am trying to break it down into manageable deadlines (draft finished tomorrow, polished by next tuesday) based on class expectation, and also so I don’t lose sight of the other work I have to finish.

I experience this anxious eagerness whenever I work on a piece, I can’t work on it enough. I can’t finish it soon enough. It’s not that I don’t like the process, but that I love it so much I want to completely submerge myself in it. I want to follow my muse/interest fully and completely, without distraction. I often think if school was set up in a fashion where I took one intensive course at a time, that I would be much more successful at it. I comprehend best when I submerge myself completely. Scientifically the human mind is not capable of multitasking, though we often try. The mind works best when focused on one thing at a time. It only seems obvious that education should follow.

Reflection: Art as a Way of Life

It’s a bit surreal to be blogging on the regular now. I’ve always thought it would be an interesting project to take on, but any number of excuses have stopped me from getting started on it before now. I’ve been busy working, busy with classes, busy making art, busy seeing friends, busy partying like it’s 1999 all over again, I had no internet access, no computer, no time… The real reason under all of that is lack of initiative, and a high level of uncertainty. Who is my audience? What makes me so interesting that anyone would want to read my blog? What even should I blog about? Excuse the phrasing, but I didn’t have my shit together.

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or maybe I was partying like it’s 1499?

When I look back at the last three years or so, I am a different person. Not different really, but I was such a child. Always sticking my foot in my mouth (I don’t promise that I’ve outgrown that just yet), I was blind and aimless. I had no goals, no dreams beyond a longing for independence.

I try to look back often enough, so I can see how I’ve grown and improved, to ensure I keep growing and keep improving. It was a rocky path, it still is. But I stuck by the things I love, most of all my artistic outlets. I owe much of my personal evolution to it. There’s this idea among non-creating people, I hear it often when they talk about art. There’s the myth that art is all pencils to paper, brush to canvas. Like Genesis, the art just rushes forth, in all it’s complete detail, out of the void. Would that it were so simple!

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Art comes from love, pain, passion and fire. It comes from solitude and collaboration, from contemplation and from impulse. It’s a refuge within myself, where I go to celebrate my humanity. I think the thing I love most about it is that a piece of art is more than the sum of it’s elements. It’s never just a pencil, just paper, just a brush, a canvas, pastel, more than clay, more than glass, more than oil or acrylic. Art means something, even when it means nothing at all.