Performance at Graffiti Gallery in Winnipeg MB 2017.
At the time I was going by an alias, thinking I was protecting my identity. Then I questioned why the hell would I hide myself from my employer, kind of stupid really. Then I realized I needed to own my identity as an artist and take what may come my way because if it, the good and the bad.
I wrote this poem in the wee hours of the morning before getting ready for work. I was seriously depressed because my day job was a pain in the ass, and robbing me of what precious little time I had in my studio. The feeling of wasting my time at meaningless labour 40 hours a week was beginning to eat away at my sanity. ( I shouldn’t piss and moan due to my full-time job pays for food, clothing and housing but I digress.) Anyhoo I wrote it making a promise to myself that my next full- time job will be in the arts some how in some way.
Since then I have managed to land a few paying gigs, still have the annoying full-time job that allows me to eat 3 meals a day. Needless to say the art job hunt and art submissions continue and who knows what will happen next.
As the old cliché goes, “Can’t win the lottery without a ticket.”
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”→
Kicked off the community tour for International Women’s Week Cabaret of Monologues, “Here I AM at Rainbow Resource Center. I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to perform, meet and chat with young adults. I don’t have many opportunities to engage with young adults, and I was floored how articulate and intelligent they are. The group I performed for proved to be very aware of what’s going on around them socially and globally.
I hit the road with the cast and head out to the Pas and FlinFlon.
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.
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.