November 18, 2013


Soakin' up them Rays.

New home report.

My guy and I agreed that if our love is to last under one roof, we each need a door to close. I have always been one to need "a corner" so long as it was my own to shape and change if need be. I did just that over the weekend; carve out my corner. Three coats of cloud white later, I feel at home on Victor north of Portage. The house is a beauty leaner of a West End home. Quite the typical character two-story with a big old front porch and a lean-to on the back. The color of dry mustard. This is my first time living in Winnipeg's West End. Tight grid in the centre of it all. I am excited about my new neighborhood! Not to mention all the characters nearby. Groceries! Camera shop! Vietnamese restaurants! Tam the Tailor! Trains! So many exits to choose from here. The architecture has a single voice in this block of homes, most are well over 100 years old. Historic heart of Winnipeg.

Setting up shop in the home studio has felt much different than building a bedroom this time 'round. Creating an inspiring environment with my belongings brings great joy to life. When I come across a new space to work within my mind spins. It is important that one feels energized and welcome upon entering. Open furniture, approachable work stations and a good chair are key. Feather pillows. Thoughtful lighting. An inviting listening station to top it off. I have yet to make all the moves listed above. These things take time.

Slow art is subversive.

Slow moves aside, three Mexican sisters watch from the sill. Priorities. Keys and a spider plant hang. The light table and the desk have found their spots. One lamp is lit. Thats about it!

I love hearing Craig's laughter in the house. The occasional yell at hockey on tv makes me laugh upstairs. I live with the person I love. Wild! \ I expect it won't always be pancakes and butterflies.

Here are some old photos of the new house shot in March of 2012 the day that winter broke. Young love was brewing like the Spring.

Underexposed Ektar 100.

Old friend, new roommate Chris.
Front yard meeting.
Bros before hoes.
This is us // Photo. Chris Friesen

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