I feel something soft about the morning. I can see it in the pastel sky, hear it in the slow… Read more In the days after Valentine’s
This sixteen-year-old cat I foster spends her first week here under a blanket. She drinks water and sleeps. Processing, it… Read more Cat, processing, news.
One of the life skills required of me as an artist & performer is good facility at writing my own… Read more 50 word bio
revolve. One cupboard cleared, one old pine chest emptied, two rooms of six reconfigured. Three boxes of books off my… Read more Revolution
The piano room is the only space I’ve yet to spend decent working time in, these past three months. It… Read more Recalibration
Time teaches that there’s more to this story we’re in now than ‘broken heart’. So many other hearts are broken,… Read more Portraits 2: broken hearted?
It’s been a long transition, seems like, from Artist-in-Residence to Resident, at The Cotton Factory, and as of this week,… Read more Portraits 1: Hubbard Squash
On the eve of a research plan presentation with and to colleagues at Laurier, I surface from my muttered scribbled… Read more Ten portraits to self-study Capstone