About
Gwen Zezulka
Making The Ordinary Extraordinary
I am a versatile artist whose photography expresses my unique perspective on life. I believe there is unnoticed beauty everywhere and I spend my free time coaxing stunning images out of the seemingly mundane. The ordinary things in life inspire my extraordinary pictures, and I hope that by telling their stories in unique ways the viewer will reconsider the appeal of everyday objects and will see the world with a deeper appreciation of the beauty and design in our world.
In addition to being an avid photographer, I am a web developer, a writer, a professional organizer, and a lover of food and drink. I am also a mother to two children, and a human to a very cute dog.
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Other Projects
- GwenZez – Maker Of Many Things
- The Drink Of The Day – Because Everyday Deserves A Drink
- The Photographer’s Lunch – Make It, Shoot It, Eat It, and Run
- Luna The Good Dog – I am Luna, I am good, I am dog.
Instagram Ramblings
Tweety bush.
🔊Sound on. 🔊
#tweetybird #singing #singingbush #bird
With but a whisper of her splendiforous party makeup left, Dry Erase Pumpkin Face sits upon the altar as a gift to the omni-present and ever vexing demons, the Tree Rats. We pray that the sacrifice of our beloved Dry Erase Pumpkin Face will cure their insatiable hunger and end their drive to dig up my whole freaking garden thank you very much you freaking little bleepity bleeps.
Ahem.
Pictures of DEPF’s or the Tree Rats’ demise will follow as available.
I’m growing emojis again! Hopefully this year the squirrels won’t be emojis and take bites out of all of my emojis. #dontbeadick 🍆
I’m calling this one ‘Nicholas Cage Cries Tears Of Joy’.
#nicholascage #tearsofjoy #stilllife
My dad’s record collection had a huge influence on me growing up.
It had everything from Pavarotti to Led Zeppelin to Laurie Anderson to Talking Heads to Miles Davis to Bob Marley and on and on and on. I don’t think there was a music genre that was unrepresented.
Toots and The Maytals were a staple for as long as I can remember. Tubular Bells was best listened to with the volume at 11 wearing dad’s giant 1970s headphones. Dad’s collection was ‘mixed tape central’ anytime we needed music for a party or a road trip. It was the background to many a good dinner party or hangout at his place. That collection was the cornerstone of so many fond memories.
I remember him mostly as a lover of reggae but he was not boxed into any one genre. If it was good music, it was good music and it should be shared, enjoyed wholeheartedly and played loudly.
I hope they have extra large speakers wherever you are dad. And as per your instructions, I will forever play it loud. xxoo
It’s that “Thou shalt not consume a meal that doesn’t have at least one full tomato in it” time of year again.
#garden #tomatoes #deliciousness
All snowed up and nowhere to go… except to the coffee shop to get espresso and croissants to fuel all the shovelling. #snowday
Looking down. The salty version.
#lotsofwalks #salt and #concrete
Went to the AGO and took pictures instead of looking at the art… oops.
#artgallery #photography @agotoronto
