our longest conversation / part 3-6 / 129 Ossington

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. our longest conversation. part 3. 129 ossington. 2013

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. our longest conversation. part 3. 129 ossington. 2013

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. our longest conversation. part 4. 129 ossington. 2013

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. our longest conversation. part 4. 129 ossington. 2013

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. our longest conversation. part 5.  129 ossington. 2013

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. our longest conversation. part 5. 129 ossington. 2013

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. part 5 - detail.

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. part 5 – detail.

 

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. part 6. 129 ossington. 2013.

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. part 6. 129 ossington. 2013.

ongoing until March 31st.

our longest conversation / part 1-3 / 129 Ossington

ongoing installation project at 129 Ossington – Toronto – March 1-31.

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. our longest conversation. part1. 2013. Toronto

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. our longest conversation. part1. 2013. Toronto

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. our longest conversation. part 2. 2013. Toronto

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. our longest conversation. part 2. 2013. Toronto

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. our longest conversation. part 3. 2013. Toronto

Sarah Clifford-Rashotte. our longest conversation. part 3. 2013. Toronto

an amazing response so far- thanks. will post part 4-6 tomorrow.

Tokyo Disneyland

Tokyo Disneyland

Disneyland paris never really worked out – but the one in Tokyo might.
my vacation can’t come soon enough. much more than a vacation.
unrelated: so many people locking eyes with me lately. just don’t.
and really unrelated: trying to get over a different kind of heartbreak.

I realize I used the show title ‘Don’t be sentimental’ a few years too early… I would call every show that though.
but more than anything- i’m not interested in repeating myself.. so i’ll just let it go.

safe to say that everything is changing all at once-if you didn’t pick up on that already.

right through your window

d magazine 2012

this blog- in its own way- keeps me from going off the edge. write it in your journal.

everything around me is brand new. images/information.

last night in my dreams- i smashed both of my feet then both of my hands until it was over and i died. it was the most painful and violent thing i’ve seen in a long while. how’s that.

having the worst out of control head flames. for days and days. face on fire. my body is telling me ______ .//////half hour conversations standing in the rain-laying all the shit down. better than standing in the snow for 100 years. it was good.///////harmony korine is my favourite artist for right now, how’s that.

subtlety has never been my thing. i am beginning to remember.

in love

red hair

black and white bow girl

these two images. the first one -reminds me of the drawing started everything for me. maybe i’m just being sentimental. isn’t that always the problem? it’s one of many.

somewhere in all of this

one wedding, one funeral, one film shoot, three appointments, one biking mishap involving two children, two street arguments, one celebrity, two birthday parties. oh hi. this is my week.

lindsay lohan on the ground

because sometimes that photo says it all.

i feel like ripping my face open.

my family is more lively than yours

thanksgiving dance party after recounting some of the best and worst memories in voices louder than you want to imagine. cutting couches open with kitchen knives, playing survivor in what looked like a refugee camp. oh yeah and that time the ________ tried to remove me from the house. 40 people. reminded of how much i probably miss it. all the good, all the bad. DON’T BE SENTIMENTAL.

worst nightmares last night. you went missing, kidnapped like a child, it got darker when i was being comforted and told to go see a play with a shit girl. the dream was going to go on until i found you. i could have been asleep for days, looking.. worried sick. i woke up and felt so terrible i had to vomit. and there was blood. now you took it too far. (trying to help someone, who doesn’t want it)

THIS IS THE WAY I SPEAK

‘WAXING POETIC ABOUT BULLSHIT NOTHING.’

^^^ new text piece. if only i could photograph it. my white work resists documentation. my camera resists being used. it is held together with tape. ** you have a very peculiar way of speaking. ** i’ve changed the format of this blog for the first time since 2009. ** up next – what my voice sounds like. brace yourself.