I’ve been getting more preoccupied lately. It’s good though. I am keeping myself busy. More opportunities are becoming available. It’s good to see my calendar/ planner fill up with tasks and such. Just like it use to when I had my children home.
I’ve started to attend the New School of Colour sessions on Wednesday mornings at My Sisters Place. Matter of fact, Wednesdays have become my busiest day of the week. Anyway, where was I? My Sisters Place, right. The project was to draw and paint a tree. It was a good exercise. Sometimes I forget to let go of the control and just let the art create itself. Let it be more loose and spontaneous. It was a good reminder. I will be working on that project again this coming Wednesday. I’ll start painting it this week. I have a good friend that texts me in the morning, kind of like a wake up call because I am really not a morning person at all. I am still somewhat scatter-brained. But maintaining some control at least. Ahem, with some assistance.
On Wednesdays I also have my appointments with Leads Employment Services, and then I have a visit with my children in the evening. So it’s a pretty busy day.
Tonight, I went to the New School of Colour at the Ark Aid Street Mission. I think I am finally starting to wrap my head around blending with oil paints. I’ve put the other project aside, and have been working on something with basic shapes. It seems to be easier for me to work from the darkest to lighter shades. What I was doing before was the opposite. Light to dark, and yeah, I was struggling. So the facilitator sat down with me, and showed me how he does it. Which is good, because I learn things visually and hands on.
Over the weekend, I helped Jeremy Jeresky with the mural at At’Losha. Which was basically touch-ups. Such as the outlining of parts of the mural. I was more than happy to help. My sister use to volunteer at At’losha. So contributing to something she use to be a part of, a place where her presence use to light up the room. Ya know? Of coarse I’d help out.
Last I heard, my sister was coming back to Ontario. Probably Ottawa. That’s what I think. It’s been awhile since I heard from her.
What else? Tomorrow evening I volunteer at The Arts Project again, so I’m super stoked. My OW worker said being a floater will give me domestic experience, but I am hoping to learn more than just that while I’m there. I am enjoying it though, and I just love being surrounded by music and art.
That’s another thing. I got another opportunity offer as a volunteer to me yesterday. Jeremy asked if volunteering for the New School of Colour would count to whom it may concern. So I talked about it with my OW worker, she said as long as I do not go over 70 hours, I’m good. She doesn’t see why not. Plus I’m currently only getting 3 hours here and there with The Arts Project. I am kind of on call, but through e-mail. Both are art related, I’m not sure where either will take me, but an opportunity is an opportunity. I’m just kind of going with the flow. Everything happens for a reason. One day it will all make sense. Anyway, I am going to talk about it more with my worker from Leads Employment Services on Wednesday, then take it from there.
What else? I am loving the boxercise program that I attend. Even if my muscles get kind of sore the next day, and makes my mobility a bit awkward. I sweat my ass off, and I love it. Although sometimes my schedule kind of collides within itself, and there are days where I am unable to attend because of other priorities.
November 12th was my friend’s ( Julie) birthday. She’s been an amazing support. I gave her the latest issue of Grit Uplifted Issue #3 last week. So the page that my art is on will be framed and up on her wall. I think she’s the person I’ve known the longest here in London. She’s been there for me through two abusive relationships. She helped get me away from one. She’s like a sister, a friend, and kind of motherly in a way. She’s definitely one of the friends I cherish because she’s always been good to me. If I need to rant, she’s there to listen. Sometimes she’ll even rant with me. Sometimes we’ll sit there in silence, but still enjoy each-others company. I like her because she’s got a rebellious edge to her. Which is kind of like myself. Probably why we get along so great. There’s years between us, but that doesn’t even matter. She’s my hard-core friend, that can make me laugh by just being herself. We will be watching t.v or something, and an advertisement will start up a hilarious rant. I love her. Happy Birthday Julie. – Pooks