Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts

Thursday, January 1, 2015

A Green Peaks Birthday

This year for my birthday I got a two day party! It was epic. People were hilarious. We made a Temple Grandin Squeeze Machine. I had two delicious dinners in the same night. We danced and I got to DJ. The weather was perfect. It was day off. Best birthday ever. Here are my favorite shots, I'll post the rest elsewhere later... 

photo cred for last one: Angela

More summer photos to come before the end of the month.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Pan-da

I'm pretty into felting these days. Here is a panda I made for Iskra for her birthday. Iskra has always and will always love pandas and raspberries. It's a constant that is comforting.


Monday, August 25, 2014

New Friends

My summer adventures are finally over, so now I can pay attention to my blog again.
The newest thing in my life is felting.

For my sister's birthday and third felting project, I felted the 3D version of her animal drawings. Here is what I used for reference:
 
They are the cutest! 

The recipient with her new toys.
 

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Los Pajaros Part II

I made this card for my Papa on his birthday a couple of years ago but forgot to post it. My Papa has a bit of a spiritual connections to birds. I drew part I of the story for his birthday the previous year, see here. For those of you that are Papa fans, you definitely want to read his write up of his experience in this illustration:


 
Synchronicity at Allan Gardens:
 
The following synchronicity would be a most unusual event under most circumstances but because of the exact moment in which this happened, the odds at it being 'just a coincidence' are astronomically large and has served to change my perception of the world. 

This would be the third synchronicity involving birds in my life. The first one happened 25 years earlier when the dove landed at my feet. The second one when the black bird crashed against my windshield. Although those are separate stories, they all form part of a larger narrative.

Since then synchronicities of "lesser" nature occur to me very often.  Or perhaps it is that now I pay attention to the meaning of seemingly unrelated events. 

For about a year I had been practicing a standing exercise, which comes from the Qigong tradition, called "the one to ten meditation" just before shiatsu sessions. I had been doing this every single time prior to a healing session with one of my clients. And the intention is to prepare sacred space and a sacred vehicle (my body, soul and spirit) before engaging with the client.

I must now recount the basic process of the meditation or otherwise there would be no context to understand what happened as a consequence of it. The One to Ten meditation is used by a healer prior to enter the treatment space and it goes something like this:

One is fun - I imagine a ball of energy dropping down through my body from above, washing over me like a shower of light;
Two is shoe - I imagine my feet melting into the ground;
Three is tree - I imagine roots growing from the feet and extending down deeply into the Earth;
Four is core - I bring Earth Qi (roughly translated as energy ) from Mother Earth, just as sap in a tree, into the lower belly area, as I breathe while the belly or lower dan-tien, (which is the term used in Traditional Chinese Medicine) fills with golden energy;
Five is alive - the energy at the lower belly spills over and extends upwards into the upper limbs through a central channel, or tube some call a prana tube and fills the heart and chest;
Six is thick - all the energy accumulated within me so far pours out of the fingers and floods the space I am in with a thick energy like a mist;
Seven is heaven - a beam of Qi from Father Sky above enters the crown of the head, moves down along the pranic tube and mixes in with the Earth Qi still flowing within;
Eight is gate - all of the energy that was projected into the surrounding space now enters back into the body through all the 'gates' or openings, including the pores on the skin, invigorating and charging it like a battery;
Nine is shine - the gathered energy is now totally re absorbed and fills the center axis of the body from head to tailbone and then I imagine the prana tube thus formed as a fluorescent tube, shining a pure white light which fills a sphere within which I am contained.;
Ten is invoke which means uttering the three invocations - 1) I invoke the Divine (basically meaning invisible to regular sensing) for the emptiness of Ego leading to direct knowing 2) for harmony, love and light in the treatment space and 3) for the highest good of the client naming him or her by name. 

So all this could be thought of by the skeptic in most of us as pure bullshit. But here comes the synchronicity that proves this is NOT the case. 

I was standing at Allen Gardens near Carleton and Sherbourne in Toronto in the middle of the most open space I could find.  There is a beautiful green house in this park that is one of my favourite places in the whole world, but that's beside the point, except perhaps for the Love that being near there invokes in me. 

So I am talking in the cell phone to my sister in law, busy pacing back and forth through the many pigeons in my immediate vicinity. As I pace the pigeons always maintain a respectful distance as is always the case and one hardly notices this. Suddenly I realize there are only 8 minutes left to my next appointment. I urgently say goodby to Roseann my sister in law and put away the cell phone. The lingering feeling of wanting to help her and my brother to have a happy life still lingers in me. In other words, love lingers, and I think this is a key ingredient. But I will explain this in more detail somewhere else. 

Now I must decide, do I go directly to my healing session or do I do the One to Ten first, which means I maybe a little late? The decision comes quickly. For sure I will do the preparation first even if it is "just" a quickie. 

So I begin: one is fun, two is shoe, three is tree, four is core, five is alive, six is thick, seven is heaven, eight is gate, nine is shine and ten is invoke...

I stand in a most relaxed way, with feet shoulder width apart, relaxed knees and arms hanging loose but with open hands extending the fingers slightly, the tip of my tongue touching the roof of the mouth, breathing soft and effortlessly, my weight slightly swaying from heels to toes with every breath. My entire consciousness sinks into the guts of the Earth as I stand on it, grateful for being alive. 

Then I begin: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, TEN....

I turn the palms gently outwards and begin to lift the arms in a semi circle as I breath in and am about to say "I invoke the Divine". At this point my eyes are closed and my arms have not completed even a third of the semicircle, and I have not even finished saying "I invok...", when I hear a big noise all around me. It sounds like something familiar which nevertheless I have not heard before in this volume: gwrrgwrrrrwwgwrr!

I open my eyes while my two hands are still mid way in the air and I see what seems to be every single pigeon in the park flying at high speed towards me. I am frozen in time and astounded expecting the birds to crash into me any second. 

Then they all settle down in front of me, like snow in a pattern. I look around and the birds are not just in front of me but also behind and on every side of me, forming a perfect circle at about three or four feet away from me, with several squirrels also in the mix. They are all looking at me with one eye or the other, kind of like wondering, "ok, so what's next?"

 I look around thinking there must be a crowd of people witnessing this amazing event. But all I can see is a sea of birds extending in the distance. I am totally alone and I feel blessed and thankful and I immediately understand the meaning of this.

 I have received a huge confirmation that my performance of this daily ritual was not at all bullshit, after all. 

And later I rationalize if birds can feel it, and their energy or Qi is moved by it, so can people, and so can the internal organs, and the energy, or Qi, in the meridians connected to these organs I work with. 

Human beings, we are part of a vaster and mysterious whole that can only be understood at the deepest level when we abandon our rational mind and use our hearts to feel our way. 

The birds, they are pure heart, they know. 

- Papa

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Kraut King

A little drawing I made back in April for Garrett's Birthday card. Garrett makes delicious homemade sauerkraut and sells it out of my yard at the farmer's market every week. 


Wednesday, December 5, 2012

BMan Junk

Look! It's a filler post! 

I'm currently maybe applying for an MFA and also going to Toronto for a month very soon, so I'm not really starting any new projects.

In Sept. I sent this to my friend Dan who lives in Norway right now. It just got there a couple of weeks ago so secrets out. At Burning Man this year I was thinking about how much he would love it so I started collecting all the most useless, shitty Burning Man paraphernalia junk for him. My favorite pieces are the pee funnel ads from the shitters, the necklace Annie gave me because it's so shitty, and a zip lock of playa dust that looks like cocaine. Naturally, I nerded out super hard and made a cute little drawn index of all the items.



Sunday, September 23, 2012

Fucking Music

I made a playlist for my dear friend Iskra for her 30th B-Day. Big day, big playlist. Point is, I went overboard as usual and didn't keep things simple. You'd think that there's only so far dropboxing some files to someone in Sweden could go, but I made some album art, and managed to spend a good few hours downloading programs trying to make it the album art icon for all the songs. Way harder than it seems and I actually failed. I'm into this drawing though. I'd really like to get more into making album art. If anybody happen to want this or a variant of it for a real album cover or show poster, let me know. I'd really like to make screen printed posters of it.
Oh yeah, the name of the playlist sort of comes from something an old crew boss of mine used to say when he thought a track was particularly sexy and a joke I subsequently made of it.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Happy Birthday to Me

It was my birthday a couple of days ago. Got to Williams Lake and on the stampede fair grounds joining GRAD '89, GRAD '07, and I think GRAD '99 was the best birthday present ever (along with a song the same person wrote me for my birthday last year), HAPPY B-DAY TOBY. Epic and so bad ass. Thank you! I am immortalized on the tin roof of the William's Lake Stampede grounds for an indeterminate number of years. It's hard to see in the photo but it's on the tin roof. Best of all, the Stampede is this weekend and it'll be in all the photos.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

The Most Magical

It was The Most Magical Annie's birthday on May 21st. I made her a birthday card and got a drawing a shift done in one. I tried drawing on some birch bark I collected on the block. Turns out ink works on it. Cool! But not pencil crayon. I have a huge stiff piece I want to try some gouache on when I'm back home.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Good Boy

I made this as a birthday card for my friend and roommate Garrett. It's a drawing of my long time planting friend and mine and Garrett's crew boss last year. He's one of those people who is so weird and creative that the expressions and nuances he effortlessly makes up spread like wildfire. ''Good Boy'' is one of them (said in a cute high pitched sort of voice). He also killed a bear last year and ate bear fat with everything. As for the spoon ... it's not for what it appears.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Los Pajaros

My Papa has had a bunch of weird, surreal, real experiences with birds at significant moments in his life. Going with my theme of recreating moments never actually captured for people on their birthday cards, I made this drawing.

It's a story Papa told me about when he was in his 20s and working at my Grandma's store in Toronto. He found a key to a door in the backyard of the store that he was previously unable to open. He found an overgrown area with really tall grass so he cleared out a space to do Tai Chi and unwind on his breaks back in the days he first started getting into Tai Chi and meditation. It got him through some tough times hating retail. One day he decided to do 200 donyus (a Tai Chi move) in a row. A very difficult feat, it's hard to even do 50. Just as he finished the 200th donyu, there was a loud noise and then smack on the ground between his feet, landed a white pigeon. It wasn't going anywhere so Papa picked it up and held it in his arms for a long time, it looked him in the eye, until he finally had to put it up on the wall because he had to go to work. Years later when he was deciding to close the store, more weird bird stuff happened, we're talking dead birds this time. Papa realized the first bird was trying to tell him to get out of doing retail but he didn't know how to read the sign at the time. True story.

This was interesting for me to learn less than a year ago since I have quite an obsession with birds especially in my art and since I've definitely been paying more attention to them (it helps that I live on a park with a lake and tons of bird species) and using them even more.

Friday, January 20, 2012

The Adventures of Mashed Potato

The onslaught of birthday presents continues with this last installment: a comic book for my friend Annah. Now I retire.






Click here to read my first comic book. It's less cute and more funny.

See Annah as a real mashed potato here.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Hot Air Balloon

I made this for Claire for her 24th Birthday. Before she dies all Claire wants is to go in a hot air balloon. We promised her she'd get it by her 80th Birthday.

It's the first painting I've done in 3 years since my days making a portfolio to get into Concordia in Buenos Aires. It's funny to see how screen print influenced I am now.



close up

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Wishes

It was my friend Jen's Birthday yesterday, so I made her a birthday card... which turned into an elaborate art project. The photos don't really do it justice. It's a see in person kind of thing. This is my interpretation of one of Jen's most memorable moments at Burning Man which also involved her making a really nice wish for me. I realize I'm really into drawing interpretive recreations of moments never captured by a camera.




Saturday, April 23, 2011

Howling at the Moon

The only evidence that remains of a surreal night on a mountain top in the middle of nowhere at God's Pocket. Made for Garrett Jones on his birthday.