Finished!

So, I did eventually finish the chiyogami (origami paper) canvas project I started a few years (!) ago. I was originally going to post pictures of all these steps. But, when I got going I realized the steps between design and completion were very few and kinda boring. So, you just get the completed canvases now. I'm not sure why, but I've had quite the time trying to get decent pictures of them. Just recently, I've been playing around with the settings on my very-good-point-and-shoot-but-definitely-not-professional camera. I got some half-way decent shots so here they are.


Canvas #1

Canvas #2

Canvas #3

All the canvases on the wall....

A more "arty" shot....

I can't believe I found this....

Whenever someone talks about pea soup, I always think of a poem that my Grade 5 teacher read to us. The only line I could remember was "Shut up, pea soup! Shut up, you cup of tea!". I also remember that it took place at a hockey game and that it was (obviously!) a Canadian poem. I've googled these phrases several time to no avail. Well today (just now!) there was avail! I found it!

So here, for your reading enjoyment, is the long-lost poem.

A Poem written in the style of William Henry Drummond
By Wilson MacDonald

Wen I am tire of travail-trop
I put on coat of coon
And go see Canadiens make meence-meat of Maroon

When Joliat skate out I yell
Unteel I have a pain
I trow my ‘at up in the hair
And shout “Urrah,” again.

“Shut up, Pea Soup”, an Henglishman
Sourcastic say to me;
So I turn round to heem and yell :
“Shut up, you Cup of Tea.”

Dat was a ver’ exciting game:
De score eet was a tie;
An’ den dat leetle Joliat
Get hanger een hees heye.

He was so queek he mak’ dem look
Jus’ lak’ a lot of clown
An, wen he shoot, de wind from ‘er
Eet knock de hompire down.

Dat was de winning goal, ‘urrah;
De game she come to hend.
I yell: “Bravo for Joliat;
You ‘ear: ‘e ees ma friend.”

De Henglishman he say: “Pardon,”
An’ he tak off hees hat:
“De Breetish Hempire steel ees safe
Wen men can shoot lak’ dat.”

An’ den he say, “Bravo,” as hard
As Henglishman can whoop:
“I tink tonight I’ll change from tea
To bally ole pea-soup.”

Happy Christmas to all Habs’ fans
To all fans of hockey
Especially to our best rivals
May we one day share again a rivalry as intense as this one !

some designs

Here are some designs for my canvases that I've come up with. They are just rough 'sketches' -- the measurements etc. are not precise. I also may or may not use the exact piece of chiyogami shown when I make the real canvas (if I decide to use a particular design).

it's the steps along the way that are important

I've had this project "on the shelf" for a while now. My life has slowed to a more manageable pace, so it's time to revive this. And I thought I'd take you along for the ride.

I'm going to make three co-ordinating canvases. Each of them will have chiyogami (origami paper) somewhere on it. Here are the chiyogami I have. I'm not sure if I'll use all of them or not. I like the four at the top of the picture the best right now.

I've chosen a few paint colours to go with the chiyogami. Not sure if I'll use all of these yet either, but probably the beige and dark blue for sure.

That's pretty much all I have for now. Just the seeds. Next step is designing the canvases. I think I'll do that on the computer, so I'll post my designs when I get a few started.

And Then

And Then

Pondering the landscape

When the fog lies down and lets you see

The sky is falling into the reflection of the mirrored lake

Momentary prophets

Shuffle the connections

1 time moar, ladeez and jenteelmanz

Once more, ladies and gentlemen, from the sublime to the ridiculous:

The sublime ... and ridikulus...

Dis is found in teh Book of Matthew 6 an in teh Book of Luke 11, srsly. Dis beez teh Ceiling Cat Prayer.

Teh Ceiling Cat of us, whu haz cheezeburger, yu be spechul

Yu ordered cheezburgerz,

Wut yu want, yu gets, srsly.

In ceiling and on teh flor.

Giv us dis day our dalee cheezburger.

And furgiv us for makin yu a cookie, but eateding it.

And we furgiv kittehs who be steelin our bukkits.

An do not let us leed into teh showa, but deliver us from teh wawter.

Ceiling Cat pwns all. He pwns teh ceiling and teh floor and walls too.

Forevur and evuhr. Amen.

that stinks!

You've probably noticed that more and more public places have signs asking the public not to wear cologne or perfume. I even know someone who was denied access to public transit because of their use of scent. Of course, most of this is reaction to people who are allergic or sensitive to these products.

Why, then, have department stores not caught on to this? Why can't you walk into a department store without passing through this odoriferous area? When will they move this to a hermetically sealed room?

Seriously!