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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sts-jE32GRI/AAAAAAAABaU/xLW-WpKWzXY/s400/100_4041sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 20x16"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting ready for a show that will be at gallery at &lt;a href="http://129ossington.com/"&gt;129 Ossington&lt;/a&gt;, in Toronto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the month of december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-8845917874446452611?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/RKfzhllZPmQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/RKfzhllZPmQ/new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sts-jE32GRI/AAAAAAAABaU/xLW-WpKWzXY/s72-c/100_4041sm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2009/10/new.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-4244282211950049655</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T15:04:36.293-04:00</atom:updated><title>Exhibition at Muse Gallery, in Toronto</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf7Jcp664I/AAAAAAAABZ4/ej3Z8xQFSWI/s1600-h/100_3920bsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379544419646761858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf7Jcp664I/AAAAAAAABZ4/ej3Z8xQFSWI/s400/100_3920bsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la petite souris&lt;/em&gt; (the little mouse), oil, acrylic on canvas, 72x48"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Showing new work at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://musegallery.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muse Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, in Toronto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from sept. 10 to oct. 1st, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opening reception : sept. 10, from 6-9pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a bit about this series is written down below "&lt;em&gt;A Little Girl I Know&lt;/em&gt;")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-4244282211950049655?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/rki1tILMbnw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/rki1tILMbnw/exhibition-at-muse-gallery-in-toronto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf7Jcp664I/AAAAAAAABZ4/ej3Z8xQFSWI/s72-c/100_3920bsm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2009/09/exhibition-at-muse-gallery-in-toronto.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-8719955336027823161</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T14:59:02.311-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sneak Out Plan B</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf6zadgfQI/AAAAAAAABZw/u2Sssa6GtuA/s1600-h/sneak+out+part+Bsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379544041100705026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf6zadgfQI/AAAAAAAABZw/u2Sssa6GtuA/s400/sneak+out+part+Bsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sneak out plan B&lt;/em&gt;, oil, acrylic on canvas, 48x36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-8719955336027823161?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/VLf2-o1NrqQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/VLf2-o1NrqQ/sneak-out-plan-b.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf6zadgfQI/AAAAAAAABZw/u2Sssa6GtuA/s72-c/sneak+out+part+Bsm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2009/09/sneak-out-plan-b.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-8136478411718612250</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T14:57:18.458-04:00</atom:updated><title>bibliothèque</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf5_NGDgwI/AAAAAAAABZo/6vMGANScmog/s1600-h/biblioth%C3%A8quesm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379543144159478530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf5_NGDgwI/AAAAAAAABZo/6vMGANScmog/s400/biblioth%C3%A8quesm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bibliothèque, &lt;/em&gt;oil-acrylic on canvas, 48x28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-8136478411718612250?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/nv0BFysnphQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/nv0BFysnphQ/bibliotheque.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf5_NGDgwI/AAAAAAAABZo/6vMGANScmog/s72-c/biblioth%C3%A8quesm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2009/09/bibliotheque.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-2983555834247221665</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T14:54:06.814-04:00</atom:updated><title>Flying Machine</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf5n1W8dOI/AAAAAAAABZg/UFatKswjvdc/s1600-h/flying+machine+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379542742650877154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf5n1W8dOI/AAAAAAAABZg/UFatKswjvdc/s400/flying+machine+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;flying machine&lt;/em&gt;, oil/acrylic on panel, 36x36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-2983555834247221665?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/yDAupMiU84Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/yDAupMiU84Y/flying-machine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf5n1W8dOI/AAAAAAAABZg/UFatKswjvdc/s72-c/flying+machine+sm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2009/09/flying-machine.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-1837435106934734163</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T14:52:45.988-04:00</atom:updated><title>Tomato Red</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf5WFEfEdI/AAAAAAAABZY/HKsGUQ6hh7U/s1600-h/tomato+red+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379542437630775762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf5WFEfEdI/AAAAAAAABZY/HKsGUQ6hh7U/s400/tomato+red+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomato red, &lt;/em&gt;oil/acrylic on panel, 24x24"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-1837435106934734163?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/F8V0LDwyYmA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/F8V0LDwyYmA/tomato-red.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf5WFEfEdI/AAAAAAAABZY/HKsGUQ6hh7U/s72-c/tomato+red+sm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomato-red.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-3616072694943471462</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T14:51:42.199-04:00</atom:updated><title>Tumble</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf5GZRZrhI/AAAAAAAABZQ/JvTE0g3-0Ow/s1600-h/tumble+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379542168175750674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf5GZRZrhI/AAAAAAAABZQ/JvTE0g3-0Ow/s400/tumble+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tumble&lt;/em&gt;, oil/acrylic on panel, 24x24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-3616072694943471462?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/xsIvyN9IFgo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/xsIvyN9IFgo/tumble.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf5GZRZrhI/AAAAAAAABZQ/JvTE0g3-0Ow/s72-c/tumble+sm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2009/09/tumble.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-3970782542398211704</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T14:50:21.275-04:00</atom:updated><title>Upcoming show "A Little Girl I Know"</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf4LmAHG2I/AAAAAAAABZI/Ettb_FQ_d3A/s1600-h/100_3934sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379541157980609378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf4LmAHG2I/AAAAAAAABZI/Ettb_FQ_d3A/s400/100_3934sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ready for school&lt;/em&gt;, oil/acrylic on panel, 24x24"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A little girl I know: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her name is Bernice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is four and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is good at making treasure maps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;good at taking care of her grandpa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and good at doing math tests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And she has the fastest running shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She would like her room to be painted white and salmony pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   Going down the stairs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        On her tractor&lt;br /&gt;             She can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have been most touched by recently is the way in which the presence of a little person (in my case, my niece) brings about a new way of seeing the ordinary, and a much greater appreciation of imagination and mystery. Also, how by her not quite knowing what is impossible, sometimes allows for its possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these latest paintings, I mostly began with images of children’s rooms, continuing my exploration of spaces; our ideals vs. the actual lived in space. These starting points for the paintings were gradually transformed by editing out some elements, covering up, messing up, or scratching away to get some things back, and allowing the paintings to take on a life of their own. With this way of working, the ending point is usually a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process relates to the way in which we can have an ideal for a child’s room, more like a showroom, and the contrast with the actual inhabited one, where the presence of a child transforms it completely, bringing mess and life and magic into the space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-3970782542398211704?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/ip0BjCkSVHg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/ip0BjCkSVHg/upcoming-show-little-girl-i-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Sqf4LmAHG2I/AAAAAAAABZI/Ettb_FQ_d3A/s72-c/100_3934sm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2009/09/upcoming-show-little-girl-i-know.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-8402514273119255224</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-01T11:45:21.402-04:00</atom:updated><title>Gallery at 129 Ossington, in Toronto, nov. 6-29</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQx3c7j0aZI/AAAAAAAABT0/FQ-kOZ-HE6M/s1600-h/souvenirs+adoucis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263713403397237138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQx3c7j0aZI/AAAAAAAABT0/FQ-kOZ-HE6M/s400/souvenirs+adoucis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Souvenirs adoucis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36"x36", oil/mixed media on canvas, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQx3IeeJDeI/AAAAAAAABTs/QZPgnpBC5Pw/s1600-h/a-l_djaballah+hanging+boxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263713051991412194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQx3IeeJDeI/AAAAAAAABTs/QZPgnpBC5Pw/s400/a-l_djaballah+hanging+boxes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tangling and Untangling&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lines evoke several metaphors for us: following the line of a story, hanging by a thread, connecting the dots, tying up loose ends. Continuing to explore lines—whether drawn or painted, made of wire or thread, tangled or sorted out, or formed into a grid. They create a rich contrast as they interact with the solid squareness of the boxes and panels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gallery at 129 Ossington&lt;/strong&gt;, in Toronto, from nov. 6-29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reception: Sat. Nov 8, 1-4pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hours Wed - Fri 11am - 5pm, Sat 12 - 5pm or by appointment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.129ossington.com/Galleryat129Ossington_AnneLaureDjaballah.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.129ossington.com/Galleryat129Ossington_AnneLaureDjaballah.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-8402514273119255224?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/M8cw0Bn92qM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/M8cw0Bn92qM/gallery-at-129-ossington-in-toronto-nov.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQx3c7j0aZI/AAAAAAAABT0/FQ-kOZ-HE6M/s72-c/souvenirs+adoucis.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/11/gallery-at-129-ossington-in-toronto-nov.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-8569939460877165925</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-01T11:28:02.077-04:00</atom:updated><title>aerial view</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQx0P0sVHeI/AAAAAAAABTc/ShOHU8R7vZ8/s1600-h/retracer+ses+pas+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263709879680703970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQx0P0sVHeI/AAAAAAAABTc/ShOHU8R7vZ8/s400/retracer+ses+pas+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Retracer ses pas&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;strong&gt;Retracing My Steps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;42"x48", oil/mixed media on canvas, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some people noticed how this one is different from a lot of the other work, and I think it is partly from that is doesn't really have a lot of gravity, like the view from above rather than one with a horizon line - more of a diagram. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It will be showing at the gallery at &lt;a href="http://www.129ossington.com/Galleryat129Ossington_AnneLaureDjaballah.htm"&gt;129 Ossington&lt;/a&gt;, in Toronto, for the month of november.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-8569939460877165925?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/Bwa30vPeKVA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/Bwa30vPeKVA/aerial-view.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQx0P0sVHeI/AAAAAAAABTc/ShOHU8R7vZ8/s72-c/retracer+ses+pas+sm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/11/aerial-view.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-2002998670429449670</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 14:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-01T11:28:36.884-04:00</atom:updated><title>how to give structure to memories?</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQxv8OcfsrI/AAAAAAAABTU/wxzDyBWinsw/s1600-h/a-l_djaballah+small+sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263705144949715634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQxv8OcfsrI/AAAAAAAABTU/wxzDyBWinsw/s400/a-l_djaballah+small+sketch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4"x4" sketch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQxs1O5bO-I/AAAAAAAABTM/BO7ZEVe1k7c/s1600-h/100_3355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263701726277090274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQxs1O5bO-I/AAAAAAAABTM/BO7ZEVe1k7c/s400/100_3355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQxsr__iEQI/AAAAAAAABTE/IvPq2Taw0NM/s1600-h/a-l_djaballah+out+the+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263701567657349378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQxsr__iEQI/AAAAAAAABTE/IvPq2Taw0NM/s400/a-l_djaballah+out+the+window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sortir par la fenêtre&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24"x12", oil/mixed media on canvas, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How it is so easy to change the way we frame a memory , after it happens, a week later, a year later - always needing to give it a more definite shape, or window frame to isolate it from all the other moments that come before and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These windows of moments, where the element that stands out most clearly afterwards is the line that creates a path, which moves on into the next moment and then another, and in time forms the arc of a story - the one we chose to tell about ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-2002998670429449670?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/9q8nPS0Fddw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/9q8nPS0Fddw/how-to-give-structure-to-memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SQxv8OcfsrI/AAAAAAAABTU/wxzDyBWinsw/s72-c/a-l_djaballah+small+sketch.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-give-structure-to-memories.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-5342348043015986774</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-21T22:38:44.924-04:00</atom:updated><title>ce qu'on oublie</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SNcE72yP66I/AAAAAAAAA7s/rhU4D8tm6KA/s1600-h/ce+qu%27on+oublie+peut+%C3%AAtre+cach%C3%A9+en-dessous.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248669317088668578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SNcE72yP66I/AAAAAAAAA7s/rhU4D8tm6KA/s400/ce+qu%27on+oublie+peut+%C3%AAtre+cach%C3%A9+en-dessous.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;48"x36", oil/mixed media on canvas, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the surface of things and what's below &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-5342348043015986774?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/NWY4sZdoVVo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/NWY4sZdoVVo/ce-quon-oublie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SNcE72yP66I/AAAAAAAAA7s/rhU4D8tm6KA/s72-c/ce+qu%27on+oublie+peut+%C3%AAtre+cach%C3%A9+en-dessous.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/09/ce-quon-oublie.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-8266568169041352900</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-21T22:26:44.859-04:00</atom:updated><title>une histoire qui se forme et qui s'oublie</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SNcA0k0FMfI/AAAAAAAAA7c/SK81Ldw7hiw/s1600-h/une+histoire+qui+se+forme+et+qui+s%27oublie+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248664793958920690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SNcA0k0FMfI/AAAAAAAAA7c/SK81Ldw7hiw/s400/une+histoire+qui+se+forme+et+qui+s%27oublie+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 36"x36", oil/mixed media on canvas, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't expect this one to form a pair with the one below until they were placed side by side, and then I saw just how the black block on the left was answered back by the black in "clarté". I had initially intended it to be a pair with the one above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snapshots from different stories, and as the frames get shifted, the story becomes harder to read, and it becomes more about the movement, the way things are still connected, but no longer in a straight line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-8266568169041352900?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/cCK8liA4oCQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/cCK8liA4oCQ/une-histoire-qui-se-forme-et-qui.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SNcA0k0FMfI/AAAAAAAAA7c/SK81Ldw7hiw/s72-c/une+histoire+qui+se+forme+et+qui+s%27oublie+sm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/09/une-histoire-qui-se-forme-et-qui.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-3699025170103882633</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T22:52:22.872-04:00</atom:updated><title>Clarté</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SMiHdPHh_VI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_l_6h4RFgwc/s1600-h/clart%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244590702417018194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SMiHdPHh_VI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_l_6h4RFgwc/s400/clart%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Clarté, 36x36", oil/mixed media on canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-3699025170103882633?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/CYQZArYlM7c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/CYQZArYlM7c/clart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SMiHdPHh_VI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_l_6h4RFgwc/s72-c/clart%C3%A9.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/09/clart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-1986256397243085889</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T22:44:37.584-04:00</atom:updated><title>Exposition à la Galerie Dentaire</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SMiFFqkDWDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/CpucL6oaZMc/s1600-h/%C3%A9chapper+aux+habitudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244588098444286002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SMiFFqkDWDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/CpucL6oaZMc/s400/%C3%A9chapper+aux+habitudes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Échapper aux habitudes, 42"x48"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fils interrompus et chemins retracés&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trait dessiné, ligne pointillée, fil à coudre ou fil de fer ; la ligne relie un élément à l'autre, suggère un trajet, crée un récit. Elle raconte une histoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lines, broken up, tangled, linking the dots, drawn by hand, made of paint, thread, string or wire, the line connects one place to the next, suggesting a path, and telling a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposition du 3 septembre au 15 octobre 2008 / &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Exhibition from September 3rd to October 15th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vernissage le samedi 13 septembre de 17h à 20h /&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Opening on Saturday, September 13th, 5-8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1239, rue Amherst, Montréal&lt;br /&gt;514.523.5535&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-1986256397243085889?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/8AJmafgzTFs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/8AJmafgzTFs/chapper-aux-habitudes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SMiFFqkDWDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/CpucL6oaZMc/s72-c/%C3%A9chapper+aux+habitudes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapper-aux-habitudes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-8614903433662751596</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 02:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-22T22:37:02.537-04:00</atom:updated><title>Rebuilding: Show at Muse Gallery, Toronto</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SF8IaNENdII/AAAAAAAAA6I/wFMMErySMts/s1600-h/leaving+well.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214896139795264642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SF8IaNENdII/AAAAAAAAA6I/wFMMErySMts/s400/leaving+well.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving Well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24 x 24", oil and acrylic on panel, 2008&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SF8IRX3nxmI/AAAAAAAAA5w/N4hEG6zDqH4/s1600-h/taken+by+the+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214895988076430946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SF8IRX3nxmI/AAAAAAAAA5w/N4hEG6zDqH4/s400/taken+by+the+hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken by the Hand&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24 x 24", oil and acrylic on panel, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SF8IRkMALeI/AAAAAAAAA54/tMO8MpxuIl8/s1600-h/one+small+piece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214895991383141858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SF8IRkMALeI/AAAAAAAAA54/tMO8MpxuIl8/s400/one+small+piece.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Small Piece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24 x 24", oil and acrylic on panel, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rebuilding; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thoughts on falling apart and putting back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenes of buildings, mostly houses, have prompted this series: homes that have been destroyed by fires, hurricanes, flooding, even roofs caving in under the snow, and houses under construction. I used these images as platforms from which to explore the process of rebuilding after the loss of a home, be it a physical one or a metaphorical one. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These 3 pieces are part of a show continuing until June 27 at &lt;a href="http://musegallery.ca/"&gt;Muse Gallery&lt;/a&gt;, in Toronto.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SF8IRu5KKbI/AAAAAAAAA6A/dpLL39WV90k/s1600-h/leaving+well.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-8614903433662751596?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/u_pVxdc_eTc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/u_pVxdc_eTc/rebuilding-show-at-muse-gallery-toronto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SF8IaNENdII/AAAAAAAAA6I/wFMMErySMts/s72-c/leaving+well.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/06/rebuilding-show-at-muse-gallery-toronto.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-5582745450428017921</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T11:53:46.049-04:00</atom:updated><title>Thoughts on falling apart and putting back together</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6C4eQfKXI/AAAAAAAAA60/r0wg4Vwz9bc/s1600-h/rebuilding+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246274522639706482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6C4eQfKXI/AAAAAAAAA60/r0wg4Vwz9bc/s400/rebuilding+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebuilding&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38"x38", oil/mixes media on canvas, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6BbbjPzlI/AAAAAAAAA6k/SCEDJDcQFAw/s1600-h/102_1784.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been fascinated by buildings, mostly houses, ones under construction or ones that have been destroyed by disasters - fires, flooding, hurricanes, and roofs caving in under the snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter’s heavy snowfall created a whole new landscape. Visually, snow simplifies, "minimalizes", the view is reduced down to the bare minimum, down to bare geometry, or flattened. Colours are at a minimum on a white ground and almost white sky, and what so what stands out most is the lines, such a richness of lines, as if drawn on paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type imagery is compelling at another level also. Home disasters make visible and public what we normally keep as private, hidden "behind closed doors". There is no more boundary separating inside and outside. The construction or rebuilding of homes allows us to see the skeleton of the house, normally kept hidden as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In visual terms, both create stark contrasts (light/dark, inside/outside = public/private, surface/underlying structure (house’s skeleton), accumulation/simplicity). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have responded to this imagery from different angles, using them as starting points from which to explore the question of what we do with the loss of our place of stability and security. Some of the paintings are more like diagrams – a way of laying out a situation abstractly in order to sort things out, to try to see them more clearly. These ones are more map-like. Others use the structure of a home, or building under construction. And then some play with indoors/outdoors, where the initial image underneath was based on an interior, and as that image was destroyed, small windows or shadows of what was underneath still remain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that whether it’s the loss of a physical home or one’s emotional home/family/place of centering, stability, love – how one deals with the situation can be similar, the only difference is that one is usually kept private, whereas the other is public, often shared by a larger community. There is some freedom in no longer trying to keep up the exterior appearance of order and hiding the private messes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-5582745450428017921?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/xSbY6B9LFnQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/xSbY6B9LFnQ/thoughts-on-falling-apart-and-putting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6C4eQfKXI/AAAAAAAAA60/r0wg4Vwz9bc/s72-c/rebuilding+sm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts-on-falling-apart-and-putting.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-7209731071740871121</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T11:55:36.232-04:00</atom:updated><title>2 Red Blankets</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6FRX2W4NI/AAAAAAAAA7M/g488hLQFpAw/s1600-h/2+red+blankets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246277149439484114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6FRX2W4NI/AAAAAAAAA7M/g488hLQFpAw/s400/2+red+blankets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36"x42", oil/acrylic on canvas, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-7209731071740871121?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/9Z47ABFysg4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/9Z47ABFysg4/2-red-blankets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6FRX2W4NI/AAAAAAAAA7M/g488hLQFpAw/s72-c/2+red+blankets.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-red-blankets.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-3114508534731076065</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T11:57:50.286-04:00</atom:updated><title>Shifting</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6Fx3KP_JI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-nAo3TZuXAM/s1600-h/adjusting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246277707600231570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6Fx3KP_JI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-nAo3TZuXAM/s400/adjusting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;48"x36", oil/mixed media on canvas, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-3114508534731076065?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/7_rACNqsrE8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/7_rACNqsrE8/shifting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6Fx3KP_JI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-nAo3TZuXAM/s72-c/adjusting.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/05/shifting.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-3006951097131843938</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T11:52:49.560-04:00</atom:updated><title>Morning Soon</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6EgyJHN5I/AAAAAAAAA7E/n--KTQ71PsM/s1600-h/a+few+years+later.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246276314683881362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6EgyJHN5I/AAAAAAAAA7E/n--KTQ71PsM/s400/a+few+years+later.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;42"x42", oil/mixed media on canvas, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-3006951097131843938?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/V8ire5CsRQU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/V8ire5CsRQU/morning-soon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6EgyJHN5I/AAAAAAAAA7E/n--KTQ71PsM/s72-c/a+few+years+later.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/09/morning-soon.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-4338247831265741879</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 15:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T11:49:53.053-04:00</atom:updated><title>stable</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6D98UeV-I/AAAAAAAAA68/8qqJNOI8rK8/s1600-h/102_1784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246275716120467426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6D98UeV-I/AAAAAAAAA68/8qqJNOI8rK8/s400/102_1784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;42"x42", oil/mixed media on canvas, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-4338247831265741879?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/iofosFxPSG8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/iofosFxPSG8/stable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/SM6D98UeV-I/AAAAAAAAA68/8qqJNOI8rK8/s72-c/102_1784.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2008/05/stable.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-6811101097292327925</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-27T11:33:07.238-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paintings</category><title>preparations</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0xDV1Q3dEI/AAAAAAAAA5o/wdgdUPHbFAc/s1600-h/102_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137555317277029442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0xDV1Q3dEI/AAAAAAAAA5o/wdgdUPHbFAc/s400/102_1403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;preparations&lt;/strong&gt;, 36x36", oil/mixed media on canvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New piece that I have been working on. The idea was to have a piece relating to winter for the &lt;a href="http://www.129ossington.com/129_exhibition.html"&gt;Ossington group show&lt;/a&gt;, but as I went along I realized that the colors I was using were more spring-like. (was thinking of colors that you seen in snow and sky during sunrise or sunset, but then I began to use turquoise, and it was mixing with yellows to make light greens, really losing that winter feeling). I see it as preparing for winter, getting ready for it by putting away all the good weather and greenery and freshness in storage boxes to be ready for next spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was going to say that I had been tugging and pulling at it, but really I feel like it was tugging and pushing me, and just frustrating me. It is funny how once you photograph it, reduce it in size a bit and see in on screen, you can see it more clearly, get a good overall picture and can forget about the little bits that kept annoying you while working on it. It has been handy to have a camera and computer for that, because before I used to just set a piece aside for a few months till I forgot about it, and then would be able to go back to it with fresh clearer eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-6811101097292327925?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/rjNEDOZAM2w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/rjNEDOZAM2w/preparations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0xDV1Q3dEI/AAAAAAAAA5o/wdgdUPHbFAc/s72-c/102_1403.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2007/11/preparations.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-1626323513272802527</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2007 00:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-25T20:12:38.146-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paintings</category><title>plans</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oU2FQ3dBI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/t_-sBDJvKUo/s1600-h/plans+(organizing).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136941244327883794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oU2FQ3dBI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/t_-sBDJvKUo/s400/plans+(organizing).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; plans: organizing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oU3FQ3dCI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5RE2xuoypIU/s1600-h/plans+(fix).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136941261507752994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oU3FQ3dCI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5RE2xuoypIU/s400/plans+(fix)." border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;plans: fix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oUNVQ3c-I/AAAAAAAAA44/ltb0BWKySV4/s1600-h/plans+(stable).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136940544248214498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oUNVQ3c-I/AAAAAAAAA44/ltb0BWKySV4/s400/plans+(stable).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plans: steady&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oUPFQ3c_I/AAAAAAAAA5A/r1Tlmb29fqA/s1600-h/102_1296-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136940574312985586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oUPFQ3c_I/AAAAAAAAA5A/r1Tlmb29fqA/s400/102_1296-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oUQVQ3dAI/AAAAAAAAA5I/_Ry-cnIYUCI/s1600-h/plans+(stable).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oQD1Q3c6I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/CaXWgwa4taw/s1600-h/102_1253-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136935982992946082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oQD1Q3c6I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/CaXWgwa4taw/s400/102_1253-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oQEVQ3c7I/AAAAAAAAA4g/iOw8bac1meg/s1600-h/102_1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136935991582880690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oQEVQ3c7I/AAAAAAAAA4g/iOw8bac1meg/s400/102_1255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plans: hanging &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oQJ1Q3c8I/AAAAAAAAA4o/UXSHkwegj_E/s1600-h/102_1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136936086072161218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oQJ1Q3c8I/AAAAAAAAA4o/UXSHkwegj_E/s400/102_1245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oQLFQ3c9I/AAAAAAAAA4w/OgETTeiKQFY/s1600-h/plans+(in+stages).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136936107546997714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oQLFQ3c9I/AAAAAAAAA4w/OgETTeiKQFY/s400/plans+(in+stages).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; plans: in stages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These were all 2x1ft, on canvas. They have been the closest that I've managed to get to doing a series of paintings. Usually I get started on 3 or 4 that I intend to go together, but then somehow they end up straying off in different directions and end up as pieces that stand better just on their own. Maybe the small size helped with this - although I didn't really work on them side by side, but just as a group, going back and forth between each other. Probably having a tight deadline to finish them helped me to keep to one main idea also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The process of painting, for me, is one of trying to reorganize, figuring out relationships between different elements, detecting patterns that I find in different types of situations, and trying to understand them. It is a good way for me to process my thoughts, and have them be mirrored back to me. I called these paintings my plans, because while they aren't plans for any one specific project, they are about my plans and also how I go about planning (in real life, I'm terrible at planning things out well, in detail, broken down in steps - this series represents well the way I plan things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-1626323513272802527?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/xIMNNRxLWv4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/xIMNNRxLWv4/plans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/R0oU2FQ3dBI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/t_-sBDJvKUo/s72-c/plans+(organizing).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2007/11/plans.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-2262779490283705311</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 06:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-20T23:44:06.995-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boxes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">organic lines</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paintings</category><title>conversations (yellow)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/RzxA4lQ3c5I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/gFSHmPwSOPQ/s1600-h/conversations,+(yellow).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133049016115229586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/RzxA4lQ3c5I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/gFSHmPwSOPQ/s400/conversations,+(yellow).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conversations, (yellow)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20x20", acrylic and mixed media on canvas, 2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;available at the gallery at &lt;a href="http://www.129ossington.com/Galleryat129Ossington_AnneLaureDjaballah.htm"&gt;129 Ossington&lt;/a&gt;, in Toronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been thinking of lines/threads as metaphors for communication, not so much in the technological sense, but in the various often complicated ways that we communicate with each other. Meanings and intentions often get tangled and do not connect, can be delicate, subtle, or loud and obnoxious, and can also be connected to colors (funny connection too, with how we use the term "tone of a conversation" in the same way that we can talk about the tone of a color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this painting got a bit lost during the show, because most of the pieces had strong darks or bright reds, whereas this one was quieter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Rzw_01Q3c4I/AAAAAAAAA4I/qXID2GvmnU0/s1600-h/102_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133047852179092354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Rzw_01Q3c4I/AAAAAAAAA4I/qXID2GvmnU0/s400/102_1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-2262779490283705311?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/M4HzdUlod8c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/M4HzdUlod8c/conversations-yellow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/RzxA4lQ3c5I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/gFSHmPwSOPQ/s72-c/conversations,+(yellow).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2007/11/conversations-yellow.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300252704274733157.post-7899034733578584440</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-13T23:31:50.145-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boxes</category><title>more window boxes</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Rzp44Lo5WwI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/q7yVJH9FznY/s1600-h/102_1298-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132547631934429954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Rzp44Lo5WwI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/q7yVJH9FznY/s400/102_1298-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Rzp4nLo5WvI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/MpwJrPYJibI/s1600-h/102_1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132547339876653810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Rzp4nLo5WvI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/MpwJrPYJibI/s400/102_1291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/RzktXKwhVLI/AAAAAAAAA24/JZIeIiBHtIU/s1600-h/102_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132183126413497522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/RzktXKwhVLI/AAAAAAAAA24/JZIeIiBHtIU/s400/102_1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/RzktD6whVKI/AAAAAAAAA2w/INBz5A7Rcyg/s1600-h/102_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Rzks7qwhVJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/tsOfbFhBvgQ/s1600-h/102_1281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132182653967094930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Rzks7qwhVJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/tsOfbFhBvgQ/s400/102_1281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/RzkszKwhVII/AAAAAAAAA2g/de-2PkoRXPU/s1600-h/102_1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132182507938206850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/RzkszKwhVII/AAAAAAAAA2g/de-2PkoRXPU/s400/102_1282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/RzkstawhVHI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Y7-SzTxJKMo/s1600-h/102_1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132182409153959026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/RzkstawhVHI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Y7-SzTxJKMo/s400/102_1285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/RzkshKwhVGI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/ioyi8QiUyA0/s1600-h/102_1296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132182198700561506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/RzkshKwhVGI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/ioyi8QiUyA0/s400/102_1296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's more recently that I started using thread with small nails inside the boxes, some of them remind me of a connect-the-dots puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300252704274733157-7899034733578584440?l=anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~4/utRnV2xOydw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/APathNoWiderThanAPencilStroke/~3/utRnV2xOydw/more-window-boxes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anne-Laure)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzoCuCkiCLo/Rzp44Lo5WwI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/q7yVJH9FznY/s72-c/102_1298-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anne-lauredjaballah.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-window-boxes.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
