Full Throttle Holidays.

I’m checking in.

The holidays are now in full swing.

There is no escape.

A few lovely clients have chosen me to create some drawings for them to give as gifts for the holidays.  I would love to show you where I am at with them but sadly that will have to wait!  I can’t ruin the surprises, no matter how much I want to share. I’m enjoying having deadlines again.  That slight kick of motivation is needed to finish the pieces.  It’s so easy to start new projects and then have them sit unfinished.

I still have some time to fit in another portrait or two for the holiday season, so please send me an email if you are interested!  It doesn’t even need to be for the holidays – candaceforsyth@gmail.com.

To help get myself into the holiday spirit (and get some inspiration) I did what I do every year – Took a trip to visit Santa.


 As a twist this year, Santa tried to sit on MY lap.  At first I found this funny and then sort of creepy.  I digress.

This week also marks the first week of Christmas parties.  The first one being at my alma mater. I can’t deny that I am excited to dress up and go out.  It’s been jeans and t-shirts for this lady for the past several months.  It’s so much easier to ruin a pair of jeans while painting and drawing instead of a nice dress.

My question for the week:  What is the best piece of advice you have received to date?

As we all are getting into the swing of the holidays, and most likely a lot of stress of scheduling, present buying, food preparations and so forth – I leave you with a photo of a puppy to give you a second of relief, because who doesn’t love puppies?


Winter is Coming.

I lied.

It’s here.

I had a very cold, early bike ride this sunny, Sunday morning.  The kind where the sun is deceiving and you think it’s going to be warm.  Nope.  Windy and cold with a bite.  The kind where you wrap your head with your scarf and wear sunglasses only to end up fogging them up every 2 minutes. The kind where your thighs hurt from the cold.

Life is constantly changing.  Throwing challenges.  I’ve (barely) been able to get through them.  I can only hope it will get easier from here.  I think adversity has seemed a little more intense because I recently found out I have actually been sick for a few weeks and didn’t know it.  It all makes sense now.  I’ve begun to create a new support system of amazing people and it helps quite a bit.  Allowing someone to be close to you is a freeing feeling.

What else is happening?

. Maintaining friendships.
. Building relationships.
. Adding to my portfolio.
. Saving money.
. Learning from this new step in life.
. Slinging coffee, eating ice cream.


Christmas is almost here.

 I’m taking commissions for 8 x 10 drawings for the season!  I have a few clients booked already and I can’t wait to show you all what I have been working on.  Sadly, it will have to wait until after holidays.  So, if you are interested in giving someone a “Forsyth Original” (I crack myself up), please send me an email and we can work out the details.


All the Dogs and Secret Projects.

I’ve been having the most interesting time for the past 6 weeks.

You see, I became suddenly unemployed from my day job.  Just when I was questioning the time I was able to spend between being able to pay my bills and creating new artwork I suddenly found myself with all the time in the world to be creative.  Unfortunately that has come with the cost of being completely stressed about paying my bills and rent.  That’s another story all together.

I also found myself in New York City for 2 weeks trying to mould new and old connections while I attempted to guide myself through my most recent, and certainly not last, life crisis.

bryant library








So, besides my world wide search for new work opportunities, preparing several plans of attack to deal with my sudden “free (but costing me) time”, I have been able to work on a couple of personal creative projects.  One of which was a commission from a my dear life long friend Lauren.

Lauren is a newly wed and wanted to surprise her husband, Peter, for his birthday.  The two share two dogs, Ninja and Shelby, and are completely in love with them.  She wanted me to re-create a photo she took of them waiting at the window.  This was going to be a secret project.  So, while I was in NYC I was able to start that project.

The finished product was better than I could imagine and Peter definitely loved the surprise!

Shelby and Ninja

Aside from this project I’ve been working hard at my own.  I started pushing my online store.  I’ve been selling some simple designs as t-shirts, totes and prints.  It’s a whole new experience for me as I try to market and push my own work via the interwebs.  It’s not easy, but I’m slowly and surely directing myself through the murky waters.  PLEASE take a peek and support you local artists, even if you don’t happen to be local to me:


Shop Candace Forsyth at Society6! 

Until then, I’ll keep drawing my muse as I fight the good fight.


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!

Time of the Month v4

Time of the Month v4 oon July 20th, - Toronto CA

Time of the Month v4 oon July 20th, – Toronto CA

It’s time again!  After a brief hiatus in June (it’s summer, we all need a little vacation sometimes), TIME OF THE MONTH is back, version 4.

Time of the Month is moving from its original host  to a new home, HAVEN at 615A Brock (ever so slightly north of Bloor).  This time around we get a whole day of music and art from noon to 2am.

This month we coincide with the Big on Bloor Festival, so stop by, grab a drink, check out some wonderful artists (and maybe take some art home with you).

Snacks & bar available all day. The party starts at noon and goes til late.

Featuring work by:
Sena Gonulkirmaz
Kim Bot
James Higuchi
Emily Thiffault
Candace Forsyth

And more…
Tunes by:

Curated by:
Tiffany Alice

Send submissions for future parties to TIMEOFTHEMONTHPARTY@gmail.com

Hope to see you there!

So, What the Hell Happened?

Yeah, Candace.  What the hell happened to you last week?
I do know that someone was definitely looking out for me.  It could have been so much worse.
I know many of you have asked and are still asking me this question.  My fellow Instagram and Facebook friends have been giving a photo show of the nasty progression of the swelling of my eyes and face followed by the bruising and blistering of my thumb.   I had an allergic reaction to medication.  The timeline is as follows (some photos might make some uncomfortable):
Thursday at 1pm – Medication ingested.

Thursday evening at 5pm – Swelling had commenced and was fully taking over my right thumb.  I already knew it was an allergic reaction as I had something similar, but less aggressive, the year before.

Thursday evening at 10pm – Face has swelled.  It didn’t get any worse that this.  However, my thumb swelled so much that it bruised because there was no space for blood vessels.  This probably happened because I was still using my hand throughout the swelling and aggravated it.


Friday morning at 8:30am – Face is still the same but I was able to cover most of the damage with makeup.  Thumb was still swollen and numb. 


Friday at noon – Blister begins.  I’m unable to bend my thumb still and it was numb.


Friday night at 10:30pm – I had already been to a walk-in clinic around 4pm.  The doctor was very confused and even googled my symptoms – Totally comforting.  I had already known from the night before that I was having an allergic reaction.  He couldn’t seem to understand that I didn’t hit my hand on anything.  At 10:30 I went to the emergency at Mount Sinai. They agreed that it was a (strange) allergic and decided to drain it.

Although I didn’t really feel it was a true “emergency” I am still glad I went to the hospital.  I was in and out within an hour.  Mount Sinai has been the best experience so far.  My poor drained thumb.  It is heavily bandaged as it is now an open wound.  It’s taking it’s time to heal and I expect a scar.  My face is still a little swollen but it seems to be tapering off.


Today.  I am a gauzy hand delight.

Well, this is what happened.

Men, be not squeamish… This one is for the ladies.  Ah!  Oh no!  Lady-bits problem!


I have an allergy to medication that cures yeast infections.  Yes, that’s right.  I just had a simple yeast infection that needed some help and it landed me in swelly, bruisy, oozy hell – all on my face and hand.  Many people asked me “What was the medication for?” and I would just say, “just… medication,” because who really wants to tell everyone that’s what is going on.  Ladies, you know exactly where I am coming from.

So ladies, I am now banned from all oral medication for cures yeast infections and am to be punished my creamy insert hell for the rest of my life… unless I feel like scarring my hand up some more.  I sort of need it.

PS Thank you free healthcare.