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Blazing down the highway!

401 West bound, Friday night

and so with tunes blasting i hit the open road on Friday night going in the direction of the kook city: Hog Town. back in days of old i’d keep it in the left lane with that big 454 under the hood snarling and barking the entire way, flames pouring out the exhaust pipes! windows down, long hair flying, 2 door hard top, 8 track plugged up good and tight with things like Venus and Mars.

you might want the head phones on for this one!

but things of course have changed! that little BLEUE sports car of mine is a right lane only type car. that little mule under the hood can barely keep up with the posted speed limit never mind venturing into the left lane. my how times have changed. the plus side being it costs about 12 bucks to go from O Town to Hog Town and if you have time on your hands: well you know.

a change in music for a change in the what is and what have you…

nice sound system in the BLEUE car. Jazz has us wired up somehow so the phone plugs in there and whoosh: the world wild library avail. but. when you’re in the right lane the entire way, things are diff. (you might want the headphones on for this one!)(i like that piano and bass line bit at around 3:28)

Saturday morning as seen from the swanky 9th

when your presence is requested at the highest level, me being the good Anishnabe that i am, we answer that call! and so we are there as assigned.

letting them breathe

the cook had us wonderfully set up and what a grand and glorious lunch it was! that leg of lamb presented like a magazine cover and i thought about those days in Scotland, wandering their landscape for a rack of. well the cook on the 9th, she had us squared away nicely and wowza! what a feast.

feeding the wolves, acrylic on canvas, 36×48 inches, Private Collection.

i wondered about a field full of sheep over on the range, on the south side of the river, so maybe i could have a rack of lamb on any given Sunday but then where we are… with coyote and wolf deluxe, bear too, maybe it would be like the corn i had in my garden that one year…

another life time ago!

a very wise old man, many moons ago, once said to me: if you’re a farmer-farm it. if you’re an artist-wear it. i’ve been wondering about the roads leading in diff directions over the past several months as we bring this chapter to a close.

classic rock and roll photo: NR with 5 minutes to go!

true: i would love to see the music come back to life. visual art is slick but i’m on my own with that one. with music you have the band. with live music you have the rig, the band, the audience and the to and from. (i wonder if a helicopter could pick me up at my island hide out… )

check out the heavy duty lyrics!

at anyway: the road trip is over and the BLEUE is parked, we’re safe and away from that. wondering now: okay, where are we off to next?

Road Trip

my test came back negative so i made the drive with my old buddy Jasmine Moon, leaving the slab at 6 and gosh it was hot and slimy! it was so humid, deep in the slab, you’d break a sweat just by blinking your eyes! we managed and were soon blazing down the 416 with “Daddy’s oldies rock” playing:

if you can, put the head phones on for this one. its fun introducing a much younger generation to some music that made me stop and listen, all those years ago. as for me now: rolling down the highway, memory lane too, with this one… well lets just hey Tray! it’s been many a moon.

Variety on Saturday

we had a stash of refreshments and my thing is this: when in the swanky 9th, swank up the splash as well as you’re able.

Older photo of the drive, from before the Scotland trip?

the road into the swanky 9th: gosh it’s a flash address and we’re mighty happy to be invited to join the party. the AC is what we were dreaming about seeing how back in the other slab it was 40C on Wednesday. it was a mind boggling 30C at 1 a.m. Thursday morning! (that’s crazy.) when we arrived last night at midnight, it was a mighty cool and dry 12C. quite a change from a few short hours before!!! 2 slabs though, mighty diff!

Stacie from Malibu, Sharpie marker on 50 lb 8.5×11″ paper, artwork by Mark Seabrook.

oh my goodness Stace: if you could have seen what we saw, the sunset last night and the music along the way:

Classic Art School soundtrack

when we were pow wow dancers, remember how we pondered the idea of taking the outfits to mod music? what a dance that would have been! (of course i remember how you loved the sunsets and the open road.)

Art Journal: Moose, inspired by Norval M., artwork by Mark Seabrook

that would be Art Journal Book 5! wow! drawing on May 27th. what an art making adventure, perfect for switching gears as we’re away from painting big pictures while i sort out the differences between my old brand, Stevenson Professional, and my new brand, Golden Heavy Body. sadly, we’ve been away from painting big pictures going on 3 months now. lucky for me though the sharpie marker and repurposed book is always handy and who knows what fun things can be created on such small places.

and so we’re on the open road: it’s a beauty view from up here, the swanky 9th is a crib at the very least, and we’re happy to be here. the days, weeks, months and years flashing past, people too…

Flashing back to that summer on the farm, when she introduced me…

we need to do what we can to go in peace.

we have no idea what is going to happen over the next several days and weeks. one thing is for sure, lets hope and pray we, me in partic, don’t come across any “Karen” or “Ethel” cats either here in the city or back on our homelands, and who was that local guy at the Snore Bay Farmer’s Market who called me: a disgrace to my race… who was that guy?

5 minutes before show time: many moons ago

when you’re a person of colour, which i surely am, your steps… well let’s just say what an old man from Belarus once said to me: “to be human is difficult at times. so let god allow you to arrive safely.”

i say miigwetch to those good word.

chilling in December 2019, also many moons ago…