Behind SyloArts

Log 20210531 it has been 1 year, 4 months, 1 week and 3 days since the pandemic started in Canada. I had a medical procedure done today. Although it wasn’t a high risk procedure my brain went into worse case scenario mode. Dying in the procedure room, of complications thereafter or due to meds. .. so before my procedure I message one person just in case.. and the person I ended up messaging was my sister. To tell her I love her and if I die I will help her as much as I can to win the lottery. Lol.  She said I would be just fine and to take a deep breathe.   I came out of my procedure alright. Sleepy I was assisted by nurses back to my recovery area. But as I was laying down in my little patient corner for recovery behind a curtained wall, something happened.   Another patient, perhaps going into or out of the washroom after her treatment had passed out... all I heard was a nurse calling for help. It takes a couple of seconds before a mad rush of nurses+/doctors are heard making their w

Log. 20210529. It has been  1 year, 4 months and 8 days since the pandemic hit Canada. There was a project ... named Project: To You. Which was created to be a therapeutic and an expressive release of unsaid words and thoughts, where people were able to write an email to the project, projecting whatever it is they ever wanted to say to that someone while remaining anonymous. These letters were later posted onto a blog where it could be read / received. I recently decided to close the project down, sadly, as much as I had my heart in it. It just remained stagnant for a number of years with no new entries being received. I guess in the spirit of project to you, I sent out a number of care packages.. which I deemed to be pandemic packages. I had put them together and set them aside to 'de-contaminate' before mailing them off to their final destinations the week after. Somethings for some people that simply were on my mind and in my heart. If I didn't send care packages out, I

It has been more than a year since I announced that I would be giving away a handmade baby Yoda doll. And the Giveaway has yet to happen. It has yet to happen because of several issues I'm faced with. ONE is Covid-19. When this hit, it shutdown a lot of things and shipping is one of them international packages were not being received throughout the world. Different countries around the world was just not having it. TWO. Hate. Now... being an artist and someone who has placed myself into the social light for a number of years has allowed me to come to terms with the hate I am bound to receive on the internet. The hate or judgement I have received before were more on the criticism of my work and the other is pure vanity, because people thought I was ugly or fat. But RARELY have I ever been afraid to do something because of the color of my skin. And I'm going to admit that since Covid-19 hit. The thought of streaming myself making this baby Yoda doll and then getting hate just bec

Log. 20210520. It has been 1 year 3 months, and 4 weeks since the pandemic started. Perhaps my title for this blog is basically a theme I'm going for - for the year of 2021. The summer is coming and what is suppose to be the 20th anniversary of my High School Graduation, and also the 25th year anniversary of Elementary Graduation. Reunions are supposedly being planned, but not this year I fear. The pandemic is still here. The numbers are going down, more people are getting vaccinated. But that doesn't mean it's going away. The risks are still all very existent. Besides working, these past few weeks. I've been randomly messaging old friends, photos I've been coming across since I've been re-organizing my life and photos. Scrapbooking all the photos I had in a storage box. Scanning negatives that are also stuffed in there along side the photos. Negatives... now they've all been replaced with memory cards and usb sticks. I've been messaging and wishing peop