learning with tim ely

in toronto
as in any city
weird things can stop you up short
 so on saturday morning i saw this
this was quite a surprise
 why would anyone take off these "shoes"?
leave them on the edge
of walk and ride?
a black squirrel was 
having a ridiculously delightful time
doing flips
  questioning MY motives
and then:
there's the japanese paper place.
77 brock
were the workshop was held.
(tim's exemplar)
 working with master alchemist,
timothy ely.
 i love these marks,
 loved how he taught,
his use of language and respect for story,
felt challenged and heard.
the class was filled with very
very talented artists…
 i learned more about a passel of concepts
which seem to be 
knocking at my brain: 
"pay attention, knock knock"!
so then the ride home was
 an adventure
i just love union station
 as messed up as it is
(just try to find your way
after a blue jay's game and a 
city wide parade)
 home, in my kitchen i found this
 rock books
a drain strainer
empty jars
so my sketchbook 
 taken out and examined
a few days later
after i'd gotten over the mistakes,
i had to forgive myself for those,
there are many.
but this little inlay is
a bit of paper decorated by tim
(it has sparkles in it) 
and i played with paste and color 
still unfinished, but i will slice the last
of the pages apart, paste up the corners,
and start using this thing.
the book WORKS so well,
it's a mechanical device for memory.
it opens flat and deliciously.
there are spare 
marks and bits for me to 
connect the day's notes drawings ideas paste-ins.
thank you tim.
amazing diving board for me.
and i like to swim.