Ontario

Guelph.

Pre unpainting.

Zavits.

We have a mini-trampoline in the seminar room and rather than keep me sane it helps me embrace the crazy taking over since getting here. 

You don't actually experience autumn or Canada until you spend the season in Ontario. Suddenly all the stereotypes have greeted me with uncomfortable levels of friendly eye contact.

Sad studio finds. 

Cell phone pictures are unkind to paintings but here you go anyway.

More from the car. Portraits of his car are an easier and maybe less creepy(?) way of making portraits of Tim.

Some Drawings

I suspect I may be going a little crazy without the chance to paint over the last month.

The ever photogenic Tom.

Twin Peaks

 Wouldn't it have been nice if it could have worked out, SF. We would have had such a beautiful time together.

2012 So Far

As seen through my good old Ricoh FF-1s.

Texas

Hugging the Mexican border, so close we could see into it, shortly before we were detained at an inspection point because we're dirty Canadians.



But we made it to Marfa travelling mostly by the dead of night yet we never saw those elusive Marfa Lights everyone kept talking about.

The Origins of Montreal

When I get really overwhelmed by this project, I take a step back and look at this little map for a while and consider the great distance that everything has come. Just for a little perspective.

Update: A little more perspective.

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San Francisco

Also, herein continues my long tradition of photographing Tim's ass crack in different locations. You're welcome ladies.

Ville-Marie

A lot of time recently spent thinking about Montreal, and about how life is so different now than it was 300 years ago.