Monday, May 23, 2011

A new home!

Initially I was going to move this journal over to my new home, Flying Whale, but then thought, "why not start fresh?"  so, that's what I did.  i have a brand new blog and i'm ready to fill it with brand new thoughts, ideas, musing, and la dee da bits.  I would love for you to stop by and say hello.  it's a little breezy over there right now since it is new but i just had a fabulous art journey to Prince Edward Island which is going to make for a delicious post!

Thank you to everyone who followed and read Loop.dee.loo.  I wanted to be more concise with all of my online pieces and places and needed by blog to be an extension of my shop and facebook fanpage.  I do hope that you will continue to follow and read me in my new location.  I am working on contests and fun ideas and am excited for the freshness!

Come join me over at Flying Whale!

Monday, April 25, 2011

freshening up

Topiary - 4x4 mixed media on wood panel

I've been busy doing clean ups and updates in my shop (removing all the older work to make way for new pieces!), and on my facebook page for Flying Whale. Not to mention painting, i've been madly and gloriously painting! The next step is in the works, a new blog.

Loop.Dee.Loo will soon be no longer, it's time to move to something that flows more with Flying Whale (I started this blog thinking i needed a separate outlet and wanted a cute name). I've been reading Kelly Rae Robert's amazing e-book, 'Flying Lessons', and she stresses the importance of continuity when it comes to spreading your social wings online with your business. So, despite the fact that Flying Whale has already been taken as blog name (what the? has somebody else had the same recurring dream as me since childhood? how dare they fly a whale) I will be transferring everything over to a new blog home soon - sometimes you just have to get creative when someone else has your name ;) Just working on design and all that fun stuff! Time to work the blog world proper!

Friday, March 25, 2011

in works

i'm working on changing the look of this here blog... again. a blog is important when making one's own way and i'm (hopefully) on the road to doing just that. *wink* *smiley face*

Saturday, January 22, 2011


i'm working on a new project. it's almost ready to be released into the universe.

i really hold belief that this year will be a year of "new" for me. i will push myself to try new things, do new things. i've already started with this new project of mine and there are a few more "firsts" on my horizon (just put a deposit down on something i've always dreamed of doing, SUPER excited about that).

the other day i had a first in my house. i've lived here for about 5 years and have never had an incident on my crazy steep 1800's stairs. the other day, i did. carrying a fresh cup of tea up to my studio i stumbled and crashed down on, simultaneously, my shin, knee, and thigh. hot rooibos dripped from the walls and downward like a slinky along the steps. as one of my cats chased the river a stinging pain coursed up my leg and left me immobile. Damian was out at the time and all i could think was "am i going to have to sit here until he comes back? i have things to do dammit!" luckily sensation returned and i hobbled down towards the kitchen to refill my mug. i now have some artistic bruising in 3 spots on my leg, lovely colours i must say.

i have twice opened up to how i'm feeling to others (not like me, i tend to keep it all inside) and it has helped to lighten my metaphorical steps. lesson learned there, definitely.

newness and change opens creativity and this year i long for that more than ever. it's time, i've waited long enough. let's do this!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

sensory imagination

A seashell sat beside me on the subway this evening. That is, a man who smelled of a seashell (an endearing scent on a shell but not so much on a human). He had a musty salted scent about him, like when you collect shells off a beach in a little plastic bag and seal it up until you get home. Upon re-opening it you are struck with a warm sea air mingled with plastic. the scent of an ocean home long ago abandoned by a little creature.

the seashell was picking his nose and reading my book over my shoulder. very un-seashell like if you ask me.

much like a little ocean creature, the seashell eventually relinquished his temporary home (the seat beside me). his exit made way for a summery clothes line of fresh linen with blonde hair. i enjoyed the remainder of my ride on an imaginary light breeze.