Fish Prints

I'm taking a photographic inventory of all my art from the past few years. I don't know if I'm going to keep this stuff forever, so I figured I would get it onto my blog for posterity's sake. This is a series of underwater-themed monotypes I made in 2006. Basically, I manipulated ink on a sheet of Plexiglas, and then put the glass through the printing press to transfer the image to paper.





Some are, admittedly, better than others...

Scene in the French Alps

Scene in Versailles

A portrait as much of the tourists as of the fountain.

Scene in Rouen (2)

Scene in Rouen

Further "evidence"

The last post reminded me....

I don't think my mom understands quotation marks. Refer to a comment she left to a post on July 1, 2007:

mom said...

Clever blog Véronique. By the way "what is a blog?"

mom

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Now, that said, she's an awesome mom. I'm just amused is all. I love you mommy!


Non sequitur image time!!

Just what did my parents mean...

When they say they went to the "zoo" ? Behold the postcard they sent me from Calgary. Apparently my mom thinks a zoo is either a colloquialism, or was speaking ironically and actually hit up some bar somewhere.



Did I mention I turned 24 on Tuesday! I demand accolades, for I have lived as many years as there are hours in a day.

Fractal cauliflower?

Look what I drew two years ago!

Wait, has it been a month already?

I remember when I was little, on the first day of school we would all get a pencil, a small box of crayons, and half of one of these pink erasers. I used to love the first day of school, and I guess it still retains a certain excitement. The new teachers, course outlines, text books, classmates... all these things that you at first find thrilling, but the feeling quickly fades as you slip into the tedium of schoolwork.

That said, Jesus fucking Christ, it's already August 23rd! I go back to Waterloo in a week! I am elated to see my Waterloo friends again and thrilled about moving into a new house. But I'm not looking forward to the stress of moving. I feel pretty unready for school to start, to be quite honest. It seems I only have 3 classes lined up, one of which is distance ed, so I need to find 2 more classes once I get there. AND, because my parents are making me, I need to get a job. Please God let Chapters hire me!



How to make money while flying: If the flight is overbooked, volunteer to take the next flight. As compensation, Air France gave me 150 Euros cash AND they didn't charge me for my overweight luggage (another 100 Euros). In the end I was on my original flight in my original seat, but I got to keep the money! Cha-ching!

When I stepped off the plane in Montreal, my family got my flowers and a big "Welcome back" balloon. It was really wonderful to see them after such a long time.



I quickly got to re-integrating myself into Canadian society. I was a bit thrown by the French spoken in Quebec compared to France. I started to notice that in Quebec we say bienvenue instead of de rien. Or if you want to eat in a restaurant we say pour ici rather than sur place.

I'm bad at conclusions. I'll just end with another non sequitur image.

Goodbye Paris

Goodbye baguette.
Goodbye aged Comté.
Goodbye chateaux.
Goodbye Le Nôtre gardens.
Goodbye mild winters.
Goodbye Seine.
Goodbye tour Eiffel.
Goodbye cheap wine.
Goodbye chocolate meringue.
Goodbye la Sorbonne.
Goodbye museums.
Goodbye RATP.
Goodbye France!.

Rome, Rome, Rome...

The title is meant to be read in an exasperated tone, as that is precisely how I feel about Rome. (Note: I cant find the apostrophe key on this keyboard so forgive the grammar.)

Lets make a list of things I dont like about this city:

• Its hot as balls
• Its sunny, really, really sunny. The UV index is 8/10, so Im just coated with SPF 50 and trying walk on the shaded side of the street.
• I have no money. Well, all my bank accounts appeared to not be working. I have surpassed my limit on my French account, I apparently forgot my RBC pin number, and my National Bank debit card is expired. Genius Vero! Luckily my parents bailed me out by wiring me some cash with Western Union.
• I missed an organized tour of the Catacombs cause I got lost and was late.
• I get lost, a lot.
• Only 2 metro lines.
• A lot of walking means I hurt.
• There are a tonne of tourists here

But now, good things:

• My hostel is air conditioned at night
• I met nice people. A nanny to a Russian family, who I met on a tour. (Stas, shes a nanny to director Andrei Konchalovsky and Yulia Vgorshaya; she said a Russian would recognize these names). Also, some nice ladies from Utah (I think they were Morman) who went to the catacombs with me and gave me some money out of sympathy for my no-money situation.
• Gelato (I had banana and nutella, melon, and straccciatella)
• Water fountains all over means free water! Drinking from a Bernini fountain = awesome!
• All the other stuff. You know, the art, the architecture, the sculpture, the food..

Ok, I have less than 2 minutes left on this internet thing. I hope this trip starts getting better!