Home

Opole, Poland; my hometown. I went there briefly, unexpectedly, recently; for a funeral. I won't go into the sad details; but I will say that I have gained perspective. Life and death matters make other concerns pale. I have been taking time to reflect and come to terms.

Since moving from Newfoundland I have been thinking a lot about the concept of home. Home is, essentially, where you make it. I didn't know when I left Toronto that I would be coming back here, but now that I have, it is like coming home. My parents house, even though I did not grow up there, is home. Going to Poland is like going home. I have no memories of living there; we left when I was two. The language is home. I have my mother to thank for the fact that I can still speak Polish and I am grateful. My vocabulary is not diverse but I can communicate. Living in Polish is like walking around in a sleeping bag: warm and comfy, if awkward:)
I managed to get out for a few walks with my Dad and my Aunt while I was there. These pics are from walking around Opole. I am interested in contrasts; visually as well as conceptually.
I took a lot of pictures; I am still going through them. More soon I hope.

Summer evenings

My posts have been sparse, its not that there isn't visual inspiration here, its that I tend to forget to pull out my camera while on the gauntlet that has become my dog walk. I dodge traffic, dogs, skateboarders and irate lawn owners. For the first while I found this very gloomy. I knew that being here was the right decision but I missed my thoughtful, reflective, solitary daily walks. I was jarred; I'm still a bit jumpy. I am still gaining perspective; but I am definitely enjoying the city. I love the warm evenings, strolling down Roncezvelles in flip flops and a loose skirt, going to the Gate for a cold beer and great jazz. Sunny days, the love and support of friends.

New works





I just put some new works up on my website aleksrdest.com
Go see!!

And if you are in Toronto; Grant is playing at Gate 403 June 18th 5-8pm. He’ll be playing upright bass and guitar in a style that interweaves jazz and classical techniques with latin rhythms to create a distinctive sound.

Leslie Street Spit

Sunday morning jaunt to the Leslie Street Spit. Did not stay long; it was very hot but found a few colourful treasures along the way. Anyone know what these neat red things are? They can not be good for this tree but I love them.


And yay for the red lady bug; those orange ones just aren't the same. I know its such a cliched image but so perfect nonetheless.

Toronto

Its been a while of technical difficulties and general exhaustion after the move; but I am finally back online. Yay! G and I are in Toronto now; mostly unpacked, and thrilled to be here. Its warm and sunny with plenty of good food and great friends. Truth be told, we have not seen many people yet, still getting settled in. These pics are from a recent walk in High Park. More from me soon:)