Wednesday, 29 October 2014

an invitation to linger

Come in
Take a seat
Just be here
With me

I'll sing with you
Just for a while
We can sip time
In tiny amounts

I'll talk with you
As long as I can
We can hold space
In small touches

Please come
And be still
I'm with you
Just linger

Nikol Haskova Studio

Wednesday, 15 October 2014


One has a treasure. 
One is staring over her shoulder while she prompts the third one to charge westward with a purpose. 
The question is, who is the villain? 
The thief, if there is one - and which one? 
The commander? 
The sheep following the orders? 
The brave or the rude? 
How will this end?
Is it worth it?

Monday, 13 October 2014

naramata mentorship

It was amazing. A week of uninterrupted working, knowledge seeking, connecting, changing, thinking and re-wiring the mind. It'll take more than one post to document, perhaps best accomplished by sharing the daily journal notes. Here are a few photos to start.


Friday, 10 October 2014


It's hard to believe it's been almost a year since I've gone. Memories of the scents, tastes, sights, connections, sounds and awe are so vivid. I've traveled quite a bit, but I've never been as emotionally moved by a place before. 

The artistic, spiritual, natural and very human-based-connection beauty of Bali is undeniable. For a long time, I chose not to write about it. It was too painful. The western culture I live in offers so many conveniences that I am thankful for, but sadly, in my experience, this same culture often lacks the warmth of human interaction and heart. Daily existence here demands repetition and little room for play.

I hold so much gratitude for Payangan and other areas I visited in Indonesia. It invited my heart to be more vulnerable and connected to beauty. For that, an artist cannot possibly find a lesson, teacher or a lecture.

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

heart of the matter

I can't explain this one with words. 
Perhaps listening to the link will shed a light on it:


Saturday, 4 October 2014


We met in Banff last year. This tiny helicopter landed in a puddle in the canoe I was awkwardly nudging up Bow River. Green growth tickled the bottom of the wooden vessel, making a swishing sound, the sun pierced the diamond-studded water and this tiny creature struggled with its wet, floppy wings. 

I picked it up and wrapped it in tissue, trying to provide a gentle shelter for it to dry out in. Back on shore, I was doubtful that the dragonfly would choose to wake up. While I took countless close up photos of it, it looked as if it had no desire to join the living world again. 

Of course, nature so often surprises me in ways no human ever could. The sweet helicopter suddenly fluttered its propellers. As breeze invited it to dance upward into the summer sky, the lovely creature accepted the proposal.

Nikol Haskova Studio

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

just before I spoke

Just before I spoke
You looked my way

Just before I spoke
You nudged closer

Just before I spoke
Blooms whispered


holy cow

Has it been that long? Wow! Hello, blog. Nice to see you again.

To sum it up: over the past months I've been developing a body of work for a solo exhibition, playing with my son through an extended school strike and studying under my creative mentor Suzanne. It's been a fast paced, crazy kind of ride, but also one that gifted me with the fullest buckets of knowledge I've seen in a long time.

I don't know how many times I called upon Ganesh, but I believe he came through every single time for I am back, ready to roar on BIG panels with a force.

Nikol Haskova Studio