Who the hell is silent orchestra?

About….me? Well let’s see.

I am an artist with a bizarre background in art, design, journalism, sociology, and some web design and development. Obviously I missed the, what do you want to be when you grow up 101 class.

I passionately love painting, drawing, photography, writing and music – in no particular order.

I worked in the non-profit world, which was quite an eye-opener to say the least.  I miss working in that world.

I enjoy ice cream sundaes for lunch.

I love trees, mountains and water.

I enjoy long walks on the beach…. woah, wrong website.

Really strange, random things happen to me quite often, for reasons unknown. Do I will them to happen? Am I just crazy? That’s for you to judge.

I’m in love with Barbados (that sappy kinda love, like how you love your partner/spouse).  Ya, that’s right…  I said it. I ‘ve lived there many times and have visited too many times to count. My mom has lived there for over 11yrs. I will and do talk about it often, to the point of annoyance. My storage closet of an office is plastered with an abundance of white sands, turquoise seas, blue skies and my sunburned face. I can sit and share special moments with those pictures for hours. Sad, I know….but such is life.

I love to travel and always feel like I should be somewhere else…

I eat an abundance of popsicles, drink way too much coffee, and have a love affair with bacon.

I often have reoccurring dreams of my childhood, and it freaks me out.

I couldn’t be more sarcastic if I tried.

I grew up as an only child, and often suffer from only-child-itis, even though I’m an adult (or so they say). Not to say that I am a whiney pain in the arse, but mainly, I have an issue with sharing, as in: I don’t know how.

Surprisingly (re: above comment) I am a team player, and was quite the tomboy growing up. Sports ruled my life as a child, until I went to college. I yearn for those days. I follow baseball religiously. Even if you think it’s boring… I still looooove it.

I like bright colours.

I’ve been told I vanish sometimes. It’s never intentional, life can sweep me off my feet and spin me right round, baby, right round.

I hate spiders and other creepy crawlies. I used to hairspray them to the walls until my dad would reluctantly clean them up and mutter…”jesus christ, have I taught you anything?” Now I have cats to do that job.

Numbers and number-related activities freak me out. Way out.

I will do anything for friends and family.

I frequently make a fool of myself in public (examples include falling, falling on or into people, and the all too popular dumb remarks that come out of my mouth before I can stop them).

I come off as being  nice because I’m quiet, but in reality, sometimes I’m quiet because I don’t always have nice things to say.

I have never moved until college, and then managed to move like a travelling roadshow so many times I can’t keep track. I get bored easily, and generally move every 2 years. Currently, I am in Barbados.  Where to next?