Yea I’m still here. Living like a fungus working nights, its kind of weird and so is the art I’m creating.
Retail and Christmas carols ….. just shoot me and get it over with.
Ah the work potluck party….. I’d rather stab my left eyeball.
Learning slide guitar is my covid project.
Untitled Untitled May 20, 2021
I was approached with the #sculpture live with it and see what it had to say.
To me it said frame work of a place to #live #past and #present existing in the same space. A space humanity is struggling with, are we are what we are as a species?
Self absorbed, greedy and short sighted to a fault even when the evidence is right in front of us?
My answer to the piece is I don’t know the future but I can impact the moment by living in it. Click on the link to view the short film.
Ah good times, click here for pics Photo Gallery
April 13 2019
My Life Is A Conflict of Interests
March has been a very busy month with selling a couple of paintings, bookings for shows and recording my summer time noodles, I Find Peace In My Garden. At the moment it seems my life has developed a deep conflict within itself, my day job a stark contrast from my real career within the arts. More often than not on my commute to my day job I experience friction and irritation deep within my being. I feel as though I’m wasting eight hours a day on meaningless labour to pay the bills. More often than not I grit my teeth against mind numbing boredom my mind growing dark and hostile against the annoying corporate shoes I have to wear during the day. More often that not I look around me and witness the life being sucked out of my coworkers. At some point they go on autopilot and in a zombie like state watch the clock waiting until 4pm to bolt out the door as fast as their feet can take them. Continue reading “My Life Is A Conflict Of Interests”
Had an absolute blast touring with Sarasvati Productions for International Women’s Week, March 2019.
I’ll be closing the show with my performance poem “I Am NOT A Victim” for International Women’s Week Cabaret of Monologues,”Here I Am.”
Directed by Hope McIntyre and Rachel Smith.
Summer is very short in Manitoba and one of my favorite things to do is sit out on the deck play my guitar and watch the sunset. This little story book of tunes is the end result of hours noodling on the deck on hot summer nights, playing guitar for no particular reason other than the sheer joy of it.
The winter are hellishly long like 6 months long, to pass the time I’m recording in my spare time. As I do I will upload them for you to enjoy.
Thanks for listening.
March 2nd to the 9th is International Women’s Week, and I’m excited to be part of SARAVATI PRODUCTIONS, CABARET OF MONOLOGUES.. I will be performing my poem, “I Am Not A Victim!” along side 8 fantastic female playwrites, storytellers, performers and singer songwriters. Click on the link below for showtimes, dates and locations.
See ya there!
Working on my first album, I hope to have it completed and released on Bandcamp early this summer.
Shereen Ramprashad (KittyKittie) is a colorful, witty and lively Canadian writer based out of Winnipeg Manitoba. Her writings are a creative blend of intelligent metaphor and philosophy with under currents of subtext and observation. Her first published poem, Mohawks and Coffee was featured in the Winnipeg Free Press during Poetry Month in 2016.
Shereen started her creative journey in her early 40’s with the goal of creating waves with spokenword. Ten years later she’s doing just that with her interdisciplinary performance poetry and storytelling
First performance post covid. It was great to collaborate with my longtime college and friend Derek Bruekener and special thanks to Ashkar for the working the camera and projections.
Third short story about working in retail. Good times.
Check out this episode from CBC’s Telling Our Twisted Histories: https://www.cbc.ca/listen/cbc-podcasts/906-telling-our-twisted-histories/episode/15846124-discovery?onboarding=false – Shared from the CBC Listen App for Android
If only I had more time was my mantra; anxiety clogged my mind and blurred my vision, as the years passed I found myself stuck in a day job that didn’t feel right. The experience was exhausting and depressing; I wasn’t happy within myself and I didn’t know what to do to about it.
The fly is the click bait.