on the mountain in the rain.

more signs in the hood

Tale of Tales

Happy Birthday Mr. Dahl

I HAS RITTEN A BOOK AND IT IS SO EXCITING NOBODY CAN PUT IT DOWN. AS SOON AS YOU HAS RED THE FIRST LINE YOU IS SO HOOKED ON IT YOU CANNOT STOP UNTIL THE LAST PAGE. IN ALL THE CITIES PEEPLE IS WALKING IN THE STREETS BUMPING INTO EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEIR FACES IS BURIED IN MY BOOK AND DENTISTS IS READING IT AND TRYING TO FILL TEETHS AT THE SAME TIME BUT NOBODY MINDS BECAUSE THEY IS ALL READING IT TOO IN THE DENTIST’S CHAIR.

Ronald Dahl was born in Wales on September 13th, 1916. 

two kinds of sour cherries at the market

flowers are flags + flags are flowers

a front yard garden my Dad and I would have admired together.

Marie Kondo

Her new book An Illustrated Master Class On the Art of Organising and Tidying Up comes out in December.

This is my lady.

stairwell

Marion Wagschal at the MMFA.

2 windows at the collège française on fairmont.

it's here.

an doorway inside a church on centre at la prairie.

breakfast, weeks ago now! at café bloom in pointe st-charles.

Sunday morning toast.
old gouda from Hamel and grape jelly made by René

the 2015 best-sellers (so far) at drawn&quarterly on bernard
and a review of Kim Gordon's new memoir.

l o v e

s'more signage, this time in the Plateau.

-> BAZAR <-

more signage in the 'hood.

Thinking about Tilda Swinton's speech at the Rothko Chapel last year.

an illustration by the wonderful Roman Muradov, from here.
He says this about the article:
The general idea ... is not new (I think Dickens wonders something along these lines in Night Walks), but it has extra resonance today. The line between ‘sanity’ and ‘insanity’ might get thinned out and adjusted, but always to fit the needs of those in charge of adjustment, who can’t function without the line. Even if it’s you the people, that still remains a system of confusion and ultimately, control.
The idea of these shapes covering the space allocated by NYT’s page probably came from Will Self’s Quantity Theory of Insanity, an early story in which we meet the Laing-ish doctor Busner, who later reappears in Self’s other stories and novels, most significantly in Umbrella as a much more fulsome and complex character.
Myself, I’ve never taken anything (yet) and I don’t know if I will. Trauma has informed my drawing and writing and well, everything I’ll ever do, so the whole ‘getting over it’ thing must involve removing the host (well..  later). Then again, I’ve been having worse nightmares than ever in my life, daily, and now I go to bed in fear, expecting the violence and punishment that’s currently absent in my ‘real’ life to be redistributed at night. Wonderful and frightening Céline offers this insight on misery: "…maybe it’s better to end up loving her a little than to knock yourself out beating her all your life. Since obviously you won’t be able to bump her off." Maybe.

and more illustrations from Roman: