The Writing's on the Wall

This graffiti (2 f's or 2 t's, I can never remember) was found in the women's washroom at the Emily Carr University of Art and Design (my old alma mater, under a different name). I think it's a rather poor showing for art students!

But the real message on my blogwall tonight is that I'm going to Seattle for a few days to visit my dear friends, the Fibre Artist and the Photographer.

I'm not on a sight-seeing tour. It's strictly business: eating, drinking, talking, laughing, going for walks, and probably making something deliriously crafty!

Feel free to leave me bouquets, bon mots, dark chocolate, poems, or personal cheques on my blogstep! My welcome mat is still out and I've left the key under it and some ciders chilling in the fridge for you all. (Saj, there's some harder stuff in the basement--I'm sure you'll sniff it out!)

Song Saturday

Here's a retro shot. One of my 2nd year art school courses was photography. I had a 35 mm Konica and took black and white pictures only. I had the whole kit & caboodle to develop my film. It was a tricky business of mixing the right ratio of chemicals, winding the unexposed film onto a spindle, fitting it all into a magic canister, and shaking it all up for a specified amount of seconds. This was done while shut away in a pitch black chamber the size of a broom closet. Not my favourite part of the process, being slightly claustrophobic. I must have been particularly anxious on the day I developed this film as it came out exceedingly grainy. Given the subject of the picture, though, I thought the (unintentional) effect added to the atmosphere.

A favourite album of mine during this time was by Jeff Beck. It's one of the few records I still have stashed up in the attic (but am too lazy to go to the top of the house right now to check the title). This tune isn't on the album but it's suitably short for a blog posting and one that I really like. I thought this picture would go well with the song's title, "Drown in my own Tears."