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EI ran out—the two-and-a-half months they didn’t have to pay me because I was doing temp work didn’t get added on to the end, as I’d hoped they might, and they didn’t total enough hours for a new claim. I had a job interview last week, and three the week before that, but so far no offers, so I’m now in the process of applying to Ontario Works, aka the dole. Which asks an array of questions on the form, and a consultation with them yesterday boiled down to “give the simplified answer, and once they assign you a caseworker you can tell them the more nuanced version.”
Meanwhile it’s the weekend, and this week was our twenty-first anniversary, so we went to the boardwalk for a few hours. I think I might have got a touch of sunstroke, even though I wore a hat and sunglasses and it was a few degrees cooler than it was when I was out and about on Thursday and Friday. Currently sitting in a dim room because the light in the living-room makes me dizzy.
David Hockney died this week—he was nearly eighty-nine, and had had as good a life as anyone could wish, but I’m still a little sorry he’s no longer around. I liked his paintings, and his book Secret Knowledge partly inspired my recent experiments with the Phantom Line 100.
I’ve been doing a series of paintings of traffic cones that I see around the city, in hopes that I can get them accepted for show somewhere—it’s hard to submit anything without a thesis statement but I think I can pretend the traffic cones are a comment on urban gentrification or something.
Meanwhile it’s the weekend, and this week was our twenty-first anniversary, so we went to the boardwalk for a few hours. I think I might have got a touch of sunstroke, even though I wore a hat and sunglasses and it was a few degrees cooler than it was when I was out and about on Thursday and Friday. Currently sitting in a dim room because the light in the living-room makes me dizzy.
David Hockney died this week—he was nearly eighty-nine, and had had as good a life as anyone could wish, but I’m still a little sorry he’s no longer around. I liked his paintings, and his book Secret Knowledge partly inspired my recent experiments with the Phantom Line 100.
I’ve been doing a series of paintings of traffic cones that I see around the city, in hopes that I can get them accepted for show somewhere—it’s hard to submit anything without a thesis statement but I think I can pretend the traffic cones are a comment on urban gentrification or something.
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Date: 2026-06-13 11:04 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2026-06-14 12:11 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2026-06-14 12:11 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2026-06-14 12:14 am (UTC)From:Works may explore themes such as:
Transition, gentrification, urban transformation or displacement
Community memory and resistance, care, and neighborhood solidarity
Urban ecology under pressure and nature’s response to a world in flux
Local histories, folklore, rumours, legends, and collective memory
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Date: 2026-06-14 12:22 am (UTC)From:Thank you for the reminder to check in with your art.
May your sunstroke fade soon.
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Date: 2026-06-14 12:34 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2026-06-14 12:36 am (UTC)From:Thank you! I really like them. They seem to have distinct little personalities.