wandering art

The new school term brings me to a community centre about an hour of subway-and-bus ride from my home. I’ve never been to this neighbourhood before and was a bit worried that I would get lost on my way there (I have a really bad sense of direction).

But it turned out to be the easiest bus ride ever! I take the subway to the last stop on the line, then take a bus to the last stop in its route, which also happens to be the first stop in its route, because it ends in a loop (I was kind of worried about having to find the bus that takes me back the opposite way — I really have a poor sense of direction).

So that made me really happy. But what made me happier was the discovery of public art all around the community centre! :D

 

People who have been there before the summer said that the rocks are not where they have been a few months ago. They have been wandering! It took a while to see all of them, scattered around the trees.

 

I love the idea of art that moves. Always changing. Maybe they’ll get moss and lichens on them and their surfaces will start to change too. There are many more with words on them. Like “community”, and “traditions”. There are also ones without words. And here’s a feast someone’s spreaded out for the animals! :D

 

And awesome mural on the walls of the community centre itself! People told me that it’s newly painted, just over the past summer.

 

Definitely a nice part of the journey into the new school year.

Have an awesome weekend! :D

 

 

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So I was getting a haircut at a salon, what’s the big deal?

The big deal is that I’ve never been to a hair salon in my life.

AND getting kind of an unusual hairstyle!

Part of this has to do with wanting to do something different as I’m turning 30. But then there’s another story.

I’ve seen people with this asymmetrical kind of haircut before and I’ve never been too impressed with them. But lately I’ve been wrestling with things that I just could not find answers for no matter how hard I think. I was in very bad shape. Self-doubt was seeping into everything. I just wanted to stay home for the rest of my life never having to deal with society ever again. So I brought the questions to my mentor and she said something along the line of,

What about just holding the complexity of all of that, just sitting with questions that we can’t answer, just being with what it is?

I thought that something needed to shift and a haircut would do it. And I thought somehow I needed to embody this stance of “holding ambiguity” in order to practice it, and this kind of hairstyle came to mind.

I usually cut my own hair, or I ask my mom to cut it for me. But I couldn’t cut this hairstyle on my own, and wasn’t sure if my mom would be willing to do it, so I decided to go to a hair salon that Mike visits regularly and likes.

The short side is actually way shorter than I had asked for. Maybe I wasn’t being clear. Lesson to learn for next time. I’ll just have to be with what it is for now.

It’s starting to grow on me though ;)

 

 

Have a happy Thursday, everyone!