Friday, August 29, 2014

Time Without Age, Across Centuries.... "Kieres"

Aurelie modeled for me as a body double last night, though we decided in the end she was really just a second character; for another project (secret) that I have been working on for the last several weeks. I am actually simultaneously working on 3 stopmotion animations right now, while trying to get caught up on editing work as well as dealing with regular promotion of my work as an artist & the business side of all that (services).

Tonight, Aurelie (Projet Aeolia) & I began shooting her stop-motion animation for "Kieres". We are really pleased with the work, so beautiful. The song "Kieres" is in Spanish, but we decided to include English translations in a poetic presentation so that we can make the stopmotion animation & the song more accessible to a larger audience outside of the context of those who understand Spanish. We went tonight to the dollar store to find props, specifically we needed butterflies (they used to carry these beautiful feather butterflies that I have only one left from) but couldn't find what we ideally wanted (went to 2 dollar stores) either for style or color so we had to choose from what was available, which that combined with what I already had at home, we ended up being very happy with the results we got.

The translation is roughly;

"If you want, we will cross the centuries/time without age, if you want, we will cross the immensity/space of closely together, I will draw the colour of my love on your soul, I will let you hear the butterfly that is flirting together, to put my hand on yours, to cross our fingers, that you think that mine are yours, sharing our body melted, it inspires me the perfume of your aura, do you feel how my heart is fighting inside my rib cage; Do you want this?"

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Wednesday, August 27, 2014


I am really excited about this stopmotion animation I am working on. In the meantime, I just did another shoot tonight for the same project, and I am doing a middle of the night shoot with another model (third model meant to be a body double) for the same project tonight.

 So here's another teaser from last week's shoot!

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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Adventures at the Tam Tams

 Anyone who's been to Montreal, knows that we are famous for an event everyone calls "The Tam Tams" at "the mountain". Mont-Royal Mountain, though compared to what I was used to in BC, while it is in reality just a very old mountain, hence it's small size, the fact that you can walk over it in a relatively short period of time is indicative that it's more like what we call a hill in BC, but Quebecors are really defensive that it is a real mountain.

Anyways, the tam-tams remind me of Wreck Beach back in Vancouver only with clothes on (Wreck is a nudist beach). Basically the Tam Tam's are like a free-form festival with a market place for arts, crafts & often hand made clothing.
The henna has glitter on it that I apply while it's wet.

The drummers all congregate around the giant statue, and by the Gizebo you find the psytrance DJ's (at the end there is a fire jam involving both poi, staff & fire eaters/breathers). Over to the right & above of the statue, there is a field where all the circus performers & yoga practitioners go to train, and above them is where all the medieval & fantasy fighters have "wars" with fake swords (all ages, including some very serious & very intense older men fully decked out).

It's really quite something. Every sunday I go and I offer a roaming henna service. Be sure to check out my new website at:

"Badass Faerie of Rock & Roll"

We were joking around.... When my model looked at me right after I had been using the glitter, my face was covered & she was laughing, because of a few factors, she suddenly declared I was like the rock'n'roller of the art world, then changed that to, "Wait! You are a rock'n'roller of the faerie world!" and then she elaborated (clearly sleep dep was kicking in LOL) with, "Wait! We both are the rock'n'rollers of the faerie world!!!"; which is what lead to this miniature photoshoot in the middle of the stop-motion animation shoot. 
I am working on three new different stop-motion animation, collaborative, ongoing photoshoots right now, while also thinking about the editing on old projects I have to complete (they are almost finished, bit of this is A.D.D.). I have realized that I love producing the material alot more then I love editing it (ok, editing can be a bit of a drag but once I am finished editing then it is very exciting, I push myself through the post production by remembering how good it will feel to have a finish product). I am not saying too  much about any of these new projects until they are done but two are with local musicians; one being for Projet ├ćolia and the other for Kyra Shaughnessy .
I made friends with a young woman who was here visiting from the French region of Switzerland, she came from a very tiny village (an actual village that is thousands of years old, which I find interesting); she originally approached me because she wished to learn how to do henna. But quickly we became friends. I found it interesting to learn that when she left her village, the 20 minute drive it used to take to get to the nearest city she thought was a very long time to spend in a car travelling anywhere but since spending four months in Canada and experiencing how we live, how far cities & towns are spread from each other, or even how long it takes to get from one end of Montreal to the other (as cities in the world at large goes, this is not really that big; I was stunned when I saw first hand how big Hong-Kong was for example; it's all relative); now she is going back to her village with a very new perspective on everything. She said now the idea of travelling to the countries around her country seems very close; she has the travel bug now. 

I really enjoyed talking with her, we took her out to the woods at one point and she asked me about the 1st Nations People in Canada because she said that she noticed this was a taboo subject that no one would talk about to her and she felt it was very hypocritical since she noticed that people didn't have a problem using 1st Nations People as a selling feature to tourists. So we talked for two  hours on this subject and I told her about the residential schools & other important subjects. She said that she didn't understand why the native languages as well as the real history, the genocides et cetera were not talked about or taught in school; she felt that it was wrong because everyone talks about the Holocaust & what happened with Hitler & the Jewish but no one talks about what happened to the native people. She was horrified when she learned about what happened. I have done alot of research on again off again, took a few anthropology classes related to the subject, and I was part of an experimental social studies class in high school that focused on 1st Nations history; this in addition to growing up surrounded by several large reservations (age 10-19) & other cultures but we were living close to the Cold Water Reserve. She also did not understand why the Quebec people were worried about language loss when they were making no effort to learn the local 1st Nations languages or culture; she commented about why are the local languages not taught in the public school systems. My response was that this has been my thinking since I was a teenager, I never understood why we don't teach the local languages and that there is no import placed upon Canadians to learn the 1st Nations languages and culture.

We talked about how you go to India & even though it was colonized, it's very obvious that the dominant culture is still Indian (even if there was a certain amount of cultural exchange or assimilation, depending on your perspective) but yet here in Canada, you don't see the influence of Native culture on mainstream society or mainstream culture, and this is wrong that it is hidden, taboo. She pointed out that so many cities & towns names are in the local languages (such as Kelowna means Bear). I have tried to bring up these types of subjects with white Canadians to just initiate dialogue, get people thinking and people automatically get defensive and annoyed with me for bringing it up, they dont' understand why we should be talking about these subjects. I found it refreshing that an outsider from Europe saw the problem, saw the issue, saw why we need to be talking about it, and embracing the 1st Nations people, start honoring them. 
Kyra Shaughnessy - Singer Songwriter

So since I had such a strong synergy with my Swiss friend (she has gone back home now), I needed to reshoot one section (not the whole thing, only a certain portion) of one of the stopmotion shoots from the week before but I needed a body double since my original model was not available to reshoot that particular scene. Lucky for me my young friend had time & patience. As she said, "It's never a good idea to frustrate the artist." I thought this was very funny. Our shoot took 18 hours, she allowed me to be very nit-picky with details, which was really awesome. Of course I wanted to do more details & make it even more fine art but I needed to be realistic to my model's energy levels (as well as my own). We had alot of fun together, as our teaser photos from that project make clear.

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Studio Cat - The Sphynx

Monday, February 10, 2014

Folly of the Chase

Lonely heart
Do not be afraid
Love is the first
Love is the last
Love is all that will light the way....
Or so they say... is it true?
Human mind....
Human folly.... 
Human come,
Human go,
Humans born,
Humans die,
Humans will throw away
Humans will destroy what they should protect... 
Protect the sacred... 
Will anyone protect the sacred anymore?
Change will come
Change has arrived
Will we transform
Humans be kind?
You look for the light
There is plenty to be found
But there are so many shadows
What will chase away those shadows?
Be the exception
Not the rule
Who has courage to follow through?
Who has the courage to follow through?
She screams at the court....
Who has courage?
Silence arrives....
No one makes a move...
A chess piece falls to the side...
Follow through on the heart?
Follow through from the soul?
Show me your soul!
Do you have none?
Did your soul run away?
Did you fall?
Was there a silent gun?
Point your fingers in
Which direction?
Does no one have integrity?
Claim your soul!
Claim your birthright!
If no one can follow through....
What will the human race do?
The echo
Echo of the drama
Change comes from within
Chance comes from outside
Change will always prevail
Which side are you on?
How will the story end?
Which life is real anyways?
What happens abroad
Happens on the little levels
To save the world
Is to save yourself
To save yourself
Is to save the world
Say, do you think it's true?
Really all that matters at the end of the day
Is what your soul will become
Love is the first
Love is the last
We come here
We return there
Was it all an illusion anyways?
Of the many
So above
So below
So below
So above
Repeat after me....
Does no one have courage anymore?
Run so run why don't you just run!
End the torment
She said
End it now
Just run
Because if love is true,
Then love must prevail
If love does not prevail
Then it was never true
So just run why don't you?
It is what you wanted to do?
Cut, cut, cut me away...
No one can explain the fool's actions...
There are two kinds of fools...
The fool that knows a sad ending
And the fool who achieves what they say cannot be done...
She knows which fool she is
and somehow she will prevail....
She wasn't so sure about the other...
Love is the first
Love is the last
But what of the in between? 
It is true, it is true
We know this, we know this...
Love is the first
Love is the last
It is in between that one finds concerning.....
The human condition...
Yet as the drama unfolds....
After me
Frustration prevails
The heart is not frozen
Tries to remain open
As numbness sets in...
The human drama;
Reminiscent of childhood chess games
Grandfather clock chimes:
the time! the time!
Which way, which way?
No one knows, or so they say...
... and no one moves...
Tick tick
Says the clock
.... and someone sighs from behind the room...
The speaker...
and what can we do when they twist their words?
They point fingers at the innocent!
...and watch the speaker run away....
Who is the speaker anyways?
Is there more then one?
The exchange
The exchange
Speaker speaks 
Battle your fears!
The sage pipes in....
No battle, let go, be the observer...
Don't empower the drama...
They will cry!
They will cry!
Battle your fears!
Is it true, that love will lead the way?
Are you a hypocrite?
We are all one
To one degree or another
But those with stronger integrity will rise to save the day....
Repeat after me...
How do we free ourselves from these mechanisms?
How do we free ourselves from these cycles?
How do we free ourselves?
Stand up!
Are you a hypocrite?
Tell me true
So easy to point fingers,
He wants to point fingers
She wants to point fingers
Everyone wants to point fingers
and it leads to no where...
As the human drama unfolds
On an earth that is dying
They shut their ears
As they shut their eyes
Those who face the tides
They cry!
They cry!
Courage to face the oncoming tides!
While the others hide their heads in the sands...
Repeat after me!
Who knows, who knows, who knows!
How will the game end?
... as the human drama unfolds....
Will the phoenix rise from her ashes?
So pitter patter...
She'll do what she must, be it alone or together...
...a wish is made.....
I cannot control the outcome,
She says to the speaker....
...but I can guide the canoe through the oncoming waves....
... The waves, they make me dizzy as they crash, they crash, they crash....
Outside of my control... Is she really marooned?
Which way will he move his chess piece next?
Does he even care?
Illusions or delusions?
Setting sun...
They say if it is real
Love is strong?
What will prevail?
They try and they try...
So what will this tale that is spun...
.... spun...
... spun....
Around and around like a turvey top....
Reveal... reveal ... reveal....
Release ... release ... release...
I am no hypocrite, so I must be careful with my words....
She says to the speaker who dances from one foot to the next....
He never knows if he is coming or going...
His fears hold him hostage...
His actions are a reaction to his fears
Become her fears manifest....
She sighs for she cannot control the tides
Carry on you must
Carry on he must
Carry on she must
Carry on we must
and carry on she will...
The waves crash against the shoreline....
Stars dance in dizzying regalia...
Dizzying heights
It's your move!
She throws the chess piece across the room!
Repeat after me....
If there's any justice in this world
The innocent would no longer be hung
With the false claims of others, suffocated...
Everyone needs love....
Breathe deep.... 
Follow the light...
So what will be revealed?
Rebel of the Soul
The question
Repeat after me
What will be revealed?
Reveal when the sun chases down the moon?
Will they collide in the sky?
The moon hides her sorrow....
Fade away or come back, like the phoenix rising?
Stride forward, she will never give up... .
The dark night of the moon will pass....
The light will be felt
Reverberating through time,
Reverberating through space,
Backwards and forwards,
It is all right now...
Is it alright now?
Will they dance?
Will they dance?
They will dance.....
Reverberating .....
Hurray hurray!
Soul's prevail?
Will the soul arrive to save the day?
Can the soul save the day?
Which way?
Which way?
What are you on about anyways?
So said the speaker
Which speaker
Who knows.... 
How will we save the day?
The future is always uncertain
But we can guide the ship true....

How will we save the day?
Will hearts be true?