Been working on my art journal… My apartment in Tokyo is finally done dizzzzzzo!! Awesome memories of that place ❤ #japanesearchitecture #tokyolife #thistookforever

Been working on my art journal… My apartment in Tokyo is finally done dizzzzzzo!! Awesome memories of that place ❤ #japanesearchitecture #tokyolife #thistookforever

Snowflakes, like people, are all unique

Snowflakes, like people, are all unique

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This. Is. So … amazing!!

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I am not a morning person. No matter how much sleep I get, or which side of the bed I wake up on, I never feel ready to start my day. Every so often though, my morning grumpiness immediately dissipates because I look out my window and see something as majestic as this.
November 21, 2013

I am not a morning person. No matter how much sleep I get, or which side of the bed I wake up on, I never feel ready to start my day. Every so often though, my morning grumpiness immediately dissipates because I look out my window and see something as majestic as this.

November 21, 2013

Teaching in the primary grades is undoubtedly a challenge and there are so many moments every day that astound me, as to the cognitive development occurring at this stage in their young lives. I’m still smiling at how emphatically this student stated that there was a ‘w’ at the end of ‘Lego’ because ‘you can hear it.’
November 19, 2013

Teaching in the primary grades is undoubtedly a challenge and there are so many moments every day that astound me, as to the cognitive development occurring at this stage in their young lives. I’m still smiling at how emphatically this student stated that there was a ‘w’ at the end of ‘Lego’ because ‘you can hear it.’

November 19, 2013

No brains, no heart, no bones, and 98% water … Jellyfish are mysterious, beautiful and oh so dangerous.
We must have spent half of our day in front of this tank at Toronto’s new aquarium. 
October 24, 2013

No brains, no heart, no bones, and 98% water … Jellyfish are mysterious, beautiful and oh so dangerous.


We must have spent half of our day in front of this tank at Toronto’s new aquarium.

October 24, 2013

Velvet shoes+wet autumn leaves=pretty picture but wet shoes…
Autumn has always been my favourite season of all. I love what’s happening to the outside world; the falling leaves, the changing colours, the scents in the air and the fresh, crisp breezes. I love the fashion; the layering of clothing, the textures of fabric, and the deep, saturated colours. It is a transitional season, a reprieve from the blistering heat of summer and the bitter, unforgiving cold of the Canadian winter. I believe this winter will be a brutal one so we should enjoy this autumn while it lasts.
October 21, 2013

Velvet shoes+wet autumn leaves=pretty picture but wet shoes…

Autumn has always been my favourite season of all. I love what’s happening to the outside world; the falling leaves, the changing colours, the scents in the air and the fresh, crisp breezes. I love the fashion; the layering of clothing, the textures of fabric, and the deep, saturated colours. It is a transitional season, a reprieve from the blistering heat of summer and the bitter, unforgiving cold of the Canadian winter. I believe this winter will be a brutal one so we should enjoy this autumn while it lasts.

October 21, 2013

Who needs to wait til Thursday for a throwback? I remember this sunset from my old rooftop in Tokyo very vividly. I was walking home tons of bags, both arms aching after hours of running errands. The sky got so bright and I knew it was going to be a beautiful sunset. I rushed straight up to the roof top and dropped everything.
I remember feeling really happy, and hopeful… that something positive and wonderful was on the horizon for me. Maybe it was because I had made the decision to move back to Canada. I knew that I only had three more months in Tokyo.
I’ve now been back in Toronto for two and a half months. Lately I keep thinking of the long conversation I once had with my Japanese teacher about the concept of “missing” something or someone, and how there is no direct translation for it in Japanese. Reverse culture shock is hard to deal with, but there’s nothing to do but to carry on.
October 20, 2013

Who needs to wait til Thursday for a throwback? I remember this sunset from my old rooftop in Tokyo very vividly. I was walking home tons of bags, both arms aching after hours of running errands. The sky got so bright and I knew it was going to be a beautiful sunset. I rushed straight up to the roof top and dropped everything.

I remember feeling really happy, and hopeful… that something positive and wonderful was on the horizon for me. Maybe it was because I had made the decision to move back to Canada. I knew that I only had three more months in Tokyo.

I’ve now been back in Toronto for two and a half months. Lately I keep thinking of the long conversation I once had with my Japanese teacher about the concept of “missing” something or someone, and how there is no direct translation for it in Japanese. Reverse culture shock is hard to deal with, but there’s nothing to do but to carry on.

October 20, 2013

I’ve fallen waaaaay behind in my art journal. Today is September 7, 2013, and I’m just finishing up some drawings from June/July 2012.
This drawing is of Hiki Cafe in Shibuya, Tokyo. The signage for the café is a living and breathing vertical garden, so lush that pedestrians always stop and do a double take. The interior of the café is equally adorable, with wooden benches covered in Native American throws, mismatched wooden tables and friendly young Japanese hipsters serving small yet prettily crafted cocktails.
Architecture and interior design in Japan are modern marvels, with designers taking influences from all around the world and across centuries to create unique spaces that take people away from the contradictory nature of life in Tokyo; chaotic, yet often monotonous. Wander through the winding backstreets of areas like Shimokitazawa, Aoyama and Omotesando, and you will inevitably stumble upon a beautiful restaurant, café, or boutique that will take you to another time or place. If you are romantic enough, you may have a Proust-like out-of-body experience.
It has only been a month since I moved back to Toronto but reminiscing like this makes me feel a bit homesick for my home away from home.
September 7, 2013

I’ve fallen waaaaay behind in my art journal. Today is September 7, 2013, and I’m just finishing up some drawings from June/July 2012.

This drawing is of Hiki Cafe in Shibuya, Tokyo. The signage for the café is a living and breathing vertical garden, so lush that pedestrians always stop and do a double take. The interior of the café is equally adorable, with wooden benches covered in Native American throws, mismatched wooden tables and friendly young Japanese hipsters serving small yet prettily crafted cocktails.

Architecture and interior design in Japan are modern marvels, with designers taking influences from all around the world and across centuries to create unique spaces that take people away from the contradictory nature of life in Tokyo; chaotic, yet often monotonous. Wander through the winding backstreets of areas like Shimokitazawa, Aoyama and Omotesando, and you will inevitably stumble upon a beautiful restaurant, café, or boutique that will take you to another time or place. If you are romantic enough, you may have a Proust-like out-of-body experience.

It has only been a month since I moved back to Toronto but reminiscing like this makes me feel a bit homesick for my home away from home.

September 7, 2013

I found my old paintbrushes. I love that I can see remnants of colours that I recognize from each of my paintings. Some of these brushes are from high school, over fifteen years ago, but I just can’t bear to throw them away yet. 

September 6, 2013

I found my old paintbrushes. I love that I can see remnants of colours that I recognize from each of my paintings. Some of these brushes are from high school, over fifteen years ago, but I just can’t bear to throw them away yet.

September 6, 2013