Painting, pt. I

This is Tara. Isn't she lovely?

Over the weekend, Tara & I worked on our panels for the new Mural Mosaic going up in St. Albert. Our little squares, when finished, will help to make up one large mural that will hang on the back of a brick building somewhere in the city. It's been exhilarating and strange and nerve-racking, all at once.

Neither of us had seriously worked with paint before, so it was stressful trying to mix colours, blend, pick the right brushes, texture the paint, etc, at first. However, once we actually got started, the stress lifted a little. We worked mostly in silence -- Jack White, the boiling tea-kettle, and the slippery sound of paint-brushes were the loudest of the room as we worked.

After two days, Tara has nearly finished hers. I still have a ways to go yet.

Today.

The sun is out despite the snow


as the city prepares itself for winter -


for Christmas.


I walk


and breath in the pine of the shivering spruce trees.


The air is visible


as the city throbs,


"Hello winter!


You're welcome here."

saint albert

I am creating a piece of art.

I have secured for myself a small square in a large mosaic mural that will be displayed on a building somewhere in my city. Two of my uncles (one of them being artist Lewis Lavoie) have set it up through their art company, Mural Mosaic. The fact that I am their niece is really the biggest factor behind my involvement in the project, but I am beyond excited. My square is 111. This is how the mural is looking so far.

I will be painting my square with Tara, a good friend, who also has a square. I am still considering what to do about mine...