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Art is Art, Water is Water, and Stewed Cranberries Are More Like Prunes Than Rhubarb

Well, I spent all night and day yesterday cleaning up old pictures of Damon’s, and putting together a simple website for him and his art. I think it turned out pretty darn good, and you can find it here:

A lot of his work was lost or damaged badly in a flood a few years back, but I did what I could, took my photos (( With Donna’s Camera, for all wondering souls, )) Cleaned the pictures up, put borders on ’em with GIMP, and uploaded them.

He’s such a darn talented man.

He’s also the type of artist who doesn’t really like the idea of selling his art, selling out to people who want ‘more sex’ and less story….There was an incident years ago when he still lived in Montreal he tells me about… Some hotshot from NYC wanted to see about publishing his book about Menalucia… They flew him out, schmoozed him, then got down to business.

They told him Mennie wasn’t ‘sexy’ enough, and that changes to her character would be needed.

Now, I know you lovely readers don’t know Mennie, but she’s a hero in her own right, a strong, brassy, brash character, Alive in the time of World War Two, and she certainly needs no ‘sexing up’, …She’d punch a guy in the face in a heartbeat for suggesting such a thing.

Needless to say, the book still isn’t published, and he’s highly protective of the pages he has left.
To be completely honest, even I still haven’t tried to read it.

So he told me the other night that if I wanted to be his agent, I could have the job, and I want to get his art and talent out to the few souls who would actually & sincerely appreciate his stuff.

Feel free to share his site, and please get back to us with any sort of questions or comments.
I would like to point out however, that this is my personal blog…all commission work that you may like to speak to him about can be done through his site.
I do take donations here, but I cannot guarantee that your donation will receive a gift from this point on….not only do I not want to flood him with work, but I also want to keep the two lines separate.
His site is his, mine is mine. I personally feel like it’s better business practice to do so.

(( As for your rose, Miss Lady, don’t worry, he’s already sat down and deliberated about it, he has a design in mind, and I think you’ll really, REALLY like it when it’s completed. ))

I shall leave you today with a picture he did of Violette Szabo….another amazing historical figure…she was a WW2 Secret Agent, organized resistance networks all over the place, and was ultimately executed by firing squad at Ravensbrück camp at the age of Twenty Three.



Posted by on October 30, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Reading is cheap – Writing saves – And ‘rithmetic is for frugal farts

I suppose in this post, I should tell you more about me, and how I ended up living in the Philippines.

Like I mentioned in my first post, I was living in Canada… and I have to say, for a country that boasts a reputation for being free, tolerant, and full of opportunity… my quality of life was terrible.
Job turnover is a nightmare, minimum wage is the standard rate of pay for most work, excruciating rent prices and utility costs are the norm, food is low in quality and high in cost, the people are hypocritical and attracted to drama, and the overall morale of the entire country, while presented to the globe as high, realistically, is lower than I’ve ever seen it before.

I had been from one end of the country to another last summer, in a last-bid attempt to regain control over my reality.
I had always wanted to hitch hike, so I packed my things up, and set out for the west coast of Canada.
While the trip was definitely fun, showing me lots of new things and giving me the sense of adventure and independence I had craved for a long time, it was slow-going, exhausting and sometimes terrifying, as well as downright freezing at night time.

Eventually though, I ended up in Alberta. I worked there for a while, until it became the same old story… a mind full of shambles, and a life full of chaos. I went back on disability, and tried again to pull my life together with the wonderfully generous help and shelter of two awesome chicks I met through mutual friends. 

Throughout all of this, there was a man whom I had met online, also through mutual friends, that I occasionally spoke to, over a period of two years.
His name is Damon Flint, and he was (( and still is )) the damn coolest guy I had ever heard about in my life.
Everyone’s stories about him were outrageous, larger than life, and hilariously genuine. 
Whenever I spoke to him, my life would brighten, and for those moments, I felt like I could take on the world in my own ass-kicking, brassy kind of way. 
While in NS and Alberta, we started speaking much more regularly, and it got to the point where we would Skype every single day… Both of our sleep schedules became so erratic it was silly.

While living with those two awesome Ladies, Damon and I decided we wanted to be together enough to make it a reality, and so I worked on getting a passport. It took about a month, but after it arrived, he and his mother booked the plane ticket immediately, and a day later, I was on my way.

It has been a sensational journey, and I am very lucky to have found a man so caring and loving as he is. 
I appreciate every day that not only are we together, but we get to spend the rest of our days in paradise. 

And now you know a bit more about me!



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Posted by on September 17, 2013 in Uncategorized


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