This little empire of driftwood and debris is unconcerned with paradox or Christianity. It sweeps and ebbs and flows demanding just a sunburn; giving endlessly. The beach buries the bark from nearby woods; bacteria bite and burgundy blooms. I do apologize to these unsuspecting microscopic beasts for any smorgasbords I may have interrupted. It seems…

No matter what your job is, you’re always serving someone else’s interests. When I build a pamphlet for a business, I endorse their product. When I design a website for a conference, I support the message of the keynote. When a landscaper achieves excellence in stonemasonry, they still condone the client’s desire to ‘keep up…

Mylar Redemption – Large Size I dislike most swimming pools, not because of the chlorine, but simply because they’re cold. Maybe it’s a mind-over-matter thing, or maybe it’s the diameter of my arteries: but when I step into a pool, a low "degrees Fahrenheit" translates into high degrees of blue and purple numbness. In testing…

Sporting a perimeter of forests, marshes, horse farms, and used cars (for-sale), Campbellville Road is among the more scenic stretches of my Hamilton-Fergus commute. It’s also the locus of G-forces, and occasional near-airborne fun, the product of pushing speed-limit boundaries over quick little hills. This week’s edition of my rural-road routine, however, presented me with…

I love the blend of tension and unity that happens when flora and fauna embrace within a consistent context. Here, the physical strength of stone is the conceptual and visual base for the shell (and shelter) of the turtle, as well as the textural ground for a flowering of life. Whether aided by six legs,…

Conversation was the thing I valued most about showing on James North, as well as at the McMaster Museum of Art. The images have created in these spaces a unique opportunity for me to connect with people in a particular kind of dialogue. Aesthetics and process were always a part of these moments of mutual…

The miracle of resurrection is (on a microscopic level) the re-arranging of particles, animated along a form that reflects the glory of the Force that moves them into position. At Easter, Jesus’ grave cloths, folded neatly in a pile (off to one side) communicate an orderly intentionality about the whole resurrection event that says: I…

Creature One greets you with a wistful smile… a glance of simultaneous apathy and hope. Distant cousin of space robot 5, he gathers together his rusted, weary bones, and trudges on, staring out at what might be another battle (or perhaps just a sunrise); it will take resolve either way to follow through with this…

There is a sense in which my current theme, visual theology tires me out. There are times when it feels a bit forced, when I honestly can’t be bothered to make all the connections and to piece together a coherent worldview, a global story, from a set of mundane details. And so the meditative calm…