on process.

I was so honoured to be part of a project at the lululemon lab in which the designers turned on their head what it meant to design - to come at it from a direction they had never worked at before.

my writing was included in a printed zine, released in conjunction with the release of 4 limited edition tshirts. you can check out an extended version of my piece here, along with photos of the beautiful designs. or, if you're in town, pick up a zine at the lab.

intersecting lines.

it's all angular, isn't it. the way we see ourselves in the world, and the way we see the world around us. lines of dictation - in the streets, in the conceptual world of where we exist in between our steps. every now and again intersection and throwing us into a perpetual inconsistency.
it's a wonder we can figure out which way we're going at all.

and yet, we do.

the imagery of memories

the memories i have of that moment are hazy. the memories present themselves a certain way - and perhaps it's simply the photos that have shaped my memories, anyways. the sunset was red and and orange... really, that's all i can tangibly remember. the feelings - the words that came out of her mouth that dictated my feelings in that moment - are all creations of my mind; creations of memories after the fact. i remember all the lovely things - the couple taking wedding photos and the bride's squeal upon seeing them. the sight of browned bodies playing beach volleyball and the thoughts and feelings about my own body that each one of those bodies stirred. the way we stopped when we came upon the empty lot, and watched the sun go down. we stopped and commented on - or rather allowed ourselves to enjoy - the beauty of everything in that moment. the sights of the birds flying and the clouds moving, and the smell of the salt water and the sounds of cars and people laughing and the wind and waves crashing.
all of the things that a photo can't remind us of the things we elaborate on when we recall those moments.
all my moments with her went like that... with loud laughter. with the kind of hard laughter that you disregard volume and foolishness, to feel and allow yourself the complete and utter joy in the moment.

today's dream

"pat and gord, heading out to sea together in a boat so small, he says, you'd almost want one for each foot. their little dog. a grilled cheese sandwich in foil over an open fire. a door to a boat she's just tall enough to stand. these are riches that will never make the official ledgers. but they are written in gord's book of marks. words like small round stones under the tongue, a communion of wood, sun, and sky".

- keeper of the marks, Monica Kidd.