Keira McArthur

Stories connect us as humans – named things that are shared, to support, to enlighten, to inspire, to comfort. This is what we do, this is how we are human. It is what ART is.

They say it’s a good time to plant seeds, in the dark of the moon

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It’s the stage where the new work leaves my (lockdown) studio and goes to the brilliant framing artist – the very one I’ve so wanted to work with – for the next stage of their becoming. I am excited about this. When I see them next, 4-5 weeks from now they’ll be beautifully framed and […]

Fragile, gentle pieces survive intact and still beautiful in the sunlight, half a world away from the little village where they were made eighty years ago.

Thirteen tabs open on my browser, two of which have been up for weeks now. Why, I wonder. Two beautifully designed and printed Emergence Magazines beside me on the table, an accompanying ‘practice book’ over there which inspires me to make my own. From where I’m sitting now I can see two bookshelves and imagine […]

Each Friday, a list of things I want to try. Designed to stretch my curiosity, challenge my beliefs, and poke my ego. I began this in 2010 when I started the blog, then stopped after a while. Time to brush them off again, since there’s a lot to navigate in these times. [trigger warning for […]

I am not been feeling generous with humans of late. Maybe because I’ve read and signed and shared more petitions than I can count over the last week. Myanmar’s big-oil supported military shooting at citizens, Trans Canada Pipelines & TC Energy’s horribly distorted value systems, the fact that we only protect TEN PERCENT of our […]

J.S. Maier Company, porcelain makers In a small village in northern Bohemia where there are large deposits of kaolin a porcelain factory is built by three merchant partners, in 1890. Shares in the company are passed down to sons and daughters through three generations, who manage the factory and sell porcelain wares throughout Europe, Russia […]

I was seventeen; what did I know? In my own mind, very very little. And yet, astonishing things happened that still echo across forty years. We compare notes, my old friends and I, just recently re-connected after decades of life and distance. I’m fascinated by the fragments of us that have shown up on the […]

5am mid February, 1.25 hours from the Canadian-US border. Early early pre-dawn sky looks like a dull ultramarine red, slightly warmer and washed out along the eastern horizon. At the corresponding time in the evening – post sunset, the sky is deep intense indigo, flecked with the one or two stars strong enough to shine […]

Roni Horn and Michel Leiris are my companions through this second lockdown. They deepen and widen my curious. “In any encounter with her art the feeling that what one is seeing is not necessarily what one thinks one is seeing leads to a heightened sensory experience and turns into a discovery, an adventure.” Exhibition magazine, […]