Behind SyloArts

Log.20210418. It has been 1 year, 2 months, 2 weeks and 6 days since the start of the pandemic in Canada. Many people have "had enough" and just three days ago there were those witnessed attending outdoor dance parties to sooth the uneasiness of their 'souls'. They rather spread a disease even if there is a possibility of them killing a friend, family member, or themselves. I don't get it. They may think I "live in fear" but I think they are mistaking fear for compassion and consideration. I don't understand how these people are not in a ways - tagged. They very well possibly be people that work and interact with many others. Making this pandemic harder to contain. I, on the other hand, am a homebody. I have had no problems staying at home. I've decided to try to complete a project a month. Large or small. They can be ones I've already started and very much need to get on with. Things I've always wanted to do, try, or have. Project 2021.1

I haven't blogged for many years. One reason was at the request of a family member who thought I was just painting them in a bad light. You can look back on my past posts and guess who this family member is. but it would be of no surprise. It has been almost 10 years since I properly wrote anything on this online diary of my life events. I don't even think I wrote about my wedding. I thought life through pictures would say a lot since a pictures worth a thousand words, but I'm considerably starting to wonder if those are the right or wrong words of a story being told. Enough of that now. I've felt that keeping a lot of things to myself has resulted in a few things in my life. I've learned that it's not quite that healthy to keep things in your head, of even in your heart and body. Things eat at you. You forget things. I was asked why I wouldn't just keep a paper diary. The truth is I type almost just as fast I can think. Writing by hand would just make my ha

I've told you guys a story before how I'm not devoted to any religion but still believe there is a GOD and, though I may not go to church, or pray on a weekly/daily schedule. Another moment in my life when I had a - 'God - totally heard me and responded' moment was this one. It is 2014 and I had made my way to Montreal to meet up with the boyfriend who was there at the time for work. We soon later made our way to New York to check out an Art Gallery in Manhattan who was interested in representing me at the time and I was considering if I wanted to have my work shown there. The trip was great! We visited central park, went to the MET, saw places we recognized in movies, watched Wicked on Broadway. Ate at places that were popular and recommended. Upon leaving, in our taxi ride to the airport, I started to pray as boyfriend was chatting away with the driver. I started my prayer pretty much the same way I start all my prayers... ‘Hey Dad, I know you’re busy, but...’ and tha