BUSY BUSY BUSY

There are times when things get a bit hectic. The way I handle busy is to think of how boring life would be if I weren't.

On the agenda at the moment:

• prepare an artist's talk for the 18th (translate and update PowerPoint),
• keep producing for my upcoming March 1st trio show "Je dors" with Claudine Ascher and Claire Venne, (funny how a plethora of ideas crop up at crunch time), 
• varnish paintings,
• make trips to framer in Montreal (it takes a half hour from Vaudreuil-Dorion to Montreal if the traffic gods are in a good mood on early Saturday mornings), 
• update invitation list, prepare promotional emails.

This is in addition to regular stuff of course, such as family commitments and a full time job.

 

To change my mindset somewhat, I went for a walk on the Rivière des Outaouais yesterday and cursed myself for not bringing a camera. Peripheral extensions of this week's huge U.S. storm created beautiful designs on the snow covered ice. The mini and larger drifts revealed wind textures that I didn't want to tread on for fear of destroying their refined configurations. My mind wandered as it usually does when I saunter, and I found myself thinking that I was actually walking on water (big grin).

My buddy and I decided to proceed on the river until we came to a street where we could exit. Unfortunately, the snow had been piled high by plows at the end of the avenue we chose, and we weren't wearing snowshoes. This important fact didn't dissuade us. My friend took the intelligent route on the right side of the lump where the snow turned out to be reasonably hard.  I however, clamoured to the top of this artificial mountain as if it were Everest!  Unfortunately, my leg sank through the soft snow right to the top of my thigh and I found myself at a very uncomfortable angle hopelessly stuck! My friend pushed me back a tad and I finally managed to get loose despite our giggling fits. 

We went back today but snowmobiles, sleds and skis had wrecked most of the textures and dunes. I did however, manage to find small untouched surfaces.  

Nature is such an outstanding artist.

Oh the joys of a Quebec winter!