the jack pine

it is the morning after andrew's birthday. i'm wide awake on 4 hours of sleep and still a little sad that i didn't get to sing my song at kareoke. the dj had it in for me, he musta.
i love everyone here. who cares if pickering is terrible, if i can spend a lovely day baking tye-dye cakes and sipping wine and singing songs with good people then what can i complain about? i vow to never come back here after a long journey and complain about how lame pickering is. because there is a lot of good here.

my tattoo is a slippery lil rascal and is hard to get a good shot of, but once i do i'll post it here.
aaanndd seeing as i'm probably never going to take another intentional picture of it, here's one where it looks slightly off center and slightly wobbly. it is centered and it sometimes makes a real circle but i love that it goes wherever it wants. in the words of tom dunbar "its organic"



and for myself, just in case i one day forget what my tattoo meant to me the day i got it, it is the jack pine from tom thompsons painting which is probably my favourite of his. he is a canadian artist who worked alongside the group of seven and spent a lot of time in algonquin park. which i did a lot of too, been to this lake, been to this spot. other than my father he was probably the person who influenced me most to want to make art. maybe one day ill get the background filled in in colour.


which song was i gonna sing? blondie-heart of glass. shout out to mb!