Social Media Found My Dog.

Tuesday evening I was out in Kensington Market having some delicious ice cream with my dear friend Nicole.

I randomly checked my phone and noticed I had just missed a phone call from one of my roommates.  I remember thinking, “Oh god, he lost the dog.”  So I quickly called him and low and behold… Fonzy had run away.  I froze.  I didn’t know what to think except that I needed to get home.  Nicole was being amazing and drove me there as I sat in the passenger seat with my hand over my mouth.  Everything was rushing through my head.  What if he was stolen?  What if he got hit by a car?  The roads near my house are very busy at that time of day and all I could think was him becoming extremely fearful and panicking which would result in him running across the street.

After this point everything became a giant mush that lasted for the next 12 hours.  All I could do was walk and wander and just ask strangers if they had seen a little dog.  I was unable to put together sentences so Nicole made all necessary calls to the police and animal hospitals.  My stomach was churning and I had to go back to my front porch to sit and try to muster thoughts.  I called my parents but I sobbed through that call so I tried to stick to texts and messages only. I had a search team of amazing people out walking the streets and searching past the train tracks in my area, so I decided it was okay for me to stay put.

Between bouts of exasperation and tears I fumbled through my phone to text people and ultimately to Twitter and Facebook where I proceeded to post photos and Caps Lock messages stating that my dog had gone missing.  I attached the hashtag #FindFonzy.

Twitter #FindFonzy

That’s what everything snowballed. I was personally retweeted over a hundred times and my post was shared on Facebook over a hundred times.  And that was only my own personal shares.  The retweets and shares of other people continued and I was getting positive messages left, right and center.  People I didn’t know who lived in the area were out on their bikes taking a look around.  Other people were messaging saying they had been stopped by my search team and asked about Fonzy.

Slowly throughout the night my search team dwindled as it was too dark to continue looking.  We did manage to find many rabbits, raccoons and angry cats.  I found myself alone around 1:30am.  I decided to go out on my own for a little while since it was quiet.  I remember walking through alleys and saying his name wondering if he would hear me and come running or if he would stay hidden because of fear.  I was wondering if he was still roaming and looking for me, because that’s why he went missing in the first place – he was looking for me.   I could picture him in my head wandering up the train tracks like the littlest hobo.  I had great fears of him being terrified in a bush somewhere.

I put his bed on my porch with his water dish and pulled myself inside at 3:30am for a couple of hours of shut eye.

I set my alarm for 6:30am so I could get back out walking around.  I had a hard time getting myself up.  I checked Twitter, Facebook and Instagram and #FindFonzy had exploded through the internet.  I was getting so much love and so much help.  People had made their own posters for Fonzy and sent them through the twisted tubes of the internets. I felt so warm.  I was ecstatic at how many people already knew who Fonzy was and knew how badly I needed him back.  He has been my best friend for 7 years and has traveled far and wide with me.

Then I got that call.

It was 7:50am and my phone rang with an unknown number.  I normally don’t answer those but since my number had now been plastered all over the internet (with no cares about what psychopaths may get it) I had to.  You never know.  This girl named Alyssa said that she had been tweeting at me in the night about how her friend Caitlin had Fonzy.  Alyssa said she had been, unfortunately, in the hospital waiting and was scouring Twitter and came across the retweet of the poster that had been made for #FindFonzy. I couldn’t see her tweets because they were protected.  She said her friend had texted her photos of this cute little dog that showed up at… an art show.  An art show!  Can you believe that? The location was a good 30-40 minute walk away from my front door.  She gave me her friend’s number and I proceeded to blow up her phone.

It turns out Fonzy had wandered north from my location of Dupont and Dovercourt and ended up near St. Clair and Christie in a park called Wychwood.  He more specifically ended up at the artspace called Wychwood Barns.  There was an art show going on there and he became attracted to a group of girls.  He is a ladies man.  They made him feel comfortable and he hung out with them for the evening. They even gave him the name, Rodney Stewart. She spoke about the night being very spiritual for her and it pushed her to Fonzy. Normally I would just brush off those types of stories but given the way the night had gone I found it quite moving.  Caitlin couldn’t just leave him out all night so she stepped forward to take him to her place until morning when she would call shelters and find out where he came from. Then I called and woke her up.

It is amazing to think that all evening people had their heads staring at their little screens and that is what eventually found Fonzy.  This does not take away the foot power that I had looking up and down the streets. That aided is knowing that he wasn’t dead in the streets and was possibly in a warm place.

So here we are a day later laying in bed as I type out this story.  It took 12 hours to find him.  Those were the longest hours of my life but still only 12 hours to find a 9lbs animal.

I couldn’t have done it without all of you, a real community of real people.



I Want To Do All the Things.

Pratt Studio 2010

Pratt Studio 2010

I’m hitting that point in my artistic career where I want to do everything.

I want to do everything at once.

In my head and on paper I have all these plans.  I have plans for paintings, plans for screen prints, plans for collages and mixed medias. . Nothing too elaborate but a decent amount of projects that would require lots of time to work through given I have a full-time day job. My bedroom has become more of a art studio supply closet rather than a bedroom.  I have bags of paper underneath the dresser.  Behind the door leans a masonite board. On top of the wardrobe are a few boxes of paints, pencils and silkscreen tools.  Books and magazines full of illustrations and ideas that inspire me surround my bed.  I want to read, I want to draw, I want to cut things out, and I want to paint.

This is the moment in time where I almost miss being a student.  I had all the time in the world to devote to being artistic.  Except for a couple of courses on history and writing, the rest of my classes were all focused around creating.  I also had all the space and facilities to use.  I was even so lucky as to have the print shop and the ceramics studio separated by one floor. Did you know I used to make pots? I can do that!

The perks of paying tuition and worrying about the debt later.

The later is now.

Like most budding artists who have been tossed to the street with their crumpled degree in their back pocket, I hope for the day where I can devote my days to that thing I spent all of my (and not my) money to learning.  It shouldn’t be about “will this design sell?” or “will someone want to buy this painting?” It should be about, “I want to draw this thing and bring it out of my mind” and “It feels good to play with all these colours”.

How do you manage to fit your practice in with your days?

This can apply to all creatives with full-time jobs outside of their hobby.

How do you find the time to research and apply?

My Society6 Shop.

Well Hello Again.

Well, hello again.

I had to take a brief hiatus from the bloggosphere. I became very caught up in work and then had to take a short leave for an emergency over in Scotland. I figured I would take the few personal moments I had to myself to take some inspiration with me.

I have also decided to start selling some of my designs to the Society6 website.  There are a few options and the prices are fairly low!  I figured, for the moment, it would be easier for me to go through there then to try to get all these things done on my own.  

In my own personal art news, I will be starting a new painting this week and I’m so excited to be finally getting back to painting.  I’m also taking a dip into a little more type and simple design type work for the online shop.

I can’t wait!

For now, take a look at my new shop!