a glimpse inside my eclectic studio practice.
What is the title of his painting I ask myself. I am so inspired- is that the feeling–so awed maybe– By the complexities of the universe, And the way that so much is going on invisible and unknown. The very fact that there is a tangible real existence that we all believe in–so even colour for […]
Read MoreI am inspired by trying to understand things that I don’t understand. The unknown inspires me. Confusion and displacement and new perspectives– new ways of thinking inspire me. I am inspired by everything that demands that I slow down and face all that I don’t know. Nothing is more intriguing to me than trying to figure […]
Read MoreEven if we have a reliable method and a process that seems to work there is still a lot of mystery in making art. It’s a act of faith sometimes. Somehow magic is involved and patience. Sometimes a story calls you to come and find it, but you can’t quite locate where it’s hiding. I […]
Read MoreLeading the Witness. A cautionary tale for my fellow writers and artists. When I ask myself why I never finish anything- my mind will assume that this question is valid and that the statement is true and I will supply all kinds of evidence and end up concluding that I shouldn’t even bother writing or […]
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This is the beginning of a story that I scribbled down in the coffee shop today. I have had this idea in the back of my mind for a while. It showed up in my notebook today like this. My grandmother was quiet and mysterious and knew mysterious…
“Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book It’s December 31st 2017. I am re-blogging this post from 2013, a very difficult year in my life and I’m sending it out to anyone who has struggled this year. Life this year has been stamping it’s foot, screaming at […]
Read MoreEvery year I make this post to remember this sad day. On December 6 in Canada many of us commemorate the anniversary of the Montreal Massacre,at L’École Polytechnique de Montréal. On that terrible day December 6 1989 14 innocent young women were gunned down-in a senseless and horrific act of violence against women. They were young engineering students-most of […]
Read More0n the death of Seamus Heaney I am trying to write a poem because I am sad– and because summer is ending- and because a poet I love has died. I am trying to write a poem because– as the days grow short and the nights fall so suddenly- all my summers- of innocence and […]
Read MoreWhen I was a kid- my grade eight math teacher told our class about a mail-order scam where someone would put an ad in the classifieds–offering an ancient secret to becoming rich and famous. All you had to do was send nine dollars to a box number and the secret of unlimited wealth would be yours. A few weeks later, a booklet in a plain brown package would […]
Read More“There are only three kinds of business in the universe: mine, yours, and God’s.” ~ Byron Katie Today, I had the urge to write about something that I was outraged about. I was annoyed about a particular internet art star. I wanted to be the kid in the crowd who cries out that the emperor has no clothes. But […]
Read MoreI am working on my play again after a couple of months of avoiding it. I feel like I am standing in front of a house with no door– and I am trying to figure out how to get back in. Today I am going for a long walk around Trout Lake with my characters. […]
Read MoreThe traveler driving down a lonely country road at night, is encouraged by the distant twinkling lights of her destination. But it’s the headlights of her car that keep her from driving off the road. In life we are drawn toward the bright light of desire and distant dreams. But only the light we carry with […]
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