Canada Geese
Moving water does not readily solidify. And so even as frozen pipes fail to deliver a Caledonia morning shower, another nearby trickling flow persists. Downstream from the Grand River Dam, the year-round H2O movement facilitates feathered huddles of Februarian resilience. Canadian as I am, I can’t say I’d easily call these frigid waters home (cold and comfort from my perspective…
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Scrapin’ the Wasteland
Earlier this year, my friend Stephen Svenson hosted “Scrapin’ the Wasteland”, an evening of art, song, and ice-capades (and a combination of my Landscrapes artwork with C.D.’s album, Love in the Wasteland. My foray into C.D.’s world went something like this: It takes a certain kind of tenacity to insist on “love”; to know the language…
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Institutional Memory
If you’re familiar with Cardus, you’ll have come across an issue or two of Comment magazine, which in its Winter 2014 incarnation features my work, Burning Bush on the front cover. Here’s the image in print adjacent to its aluminum counterpart. Does “Redeeming Conservatism” sound a bit heavy? It does to me. But if, as James K. A. Smith…
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Silver Planets
What happens when you hang your world on imagination? This past summer, Phil, Rob, Julia and I got busy at Silver Lake (near Kincardine, Ontario) in an effort to orchestrate discovery. With so many eager hands and bright minds around, we couldn’t help but be optimistic. Was this the stellar stewardship of truncated icosahedra? Or simply…
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Movers and Shakers
It’s tempting to don a skeleton on one of the few days of the year when it’s socially sanctioned. Of course, I could wait until I’m dead: plenty of time to feed the worms then. On the other hand, I do have this photo collage, called “Movers and Shakers”. White men with varying degrees of…
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Making Little Planets
I had a great time at Art Forms Youth Art Studio this week, making little planets in Photoshop with a group of enthused kids. Here are a few excerpts:
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DEVOTIONS – Essay
This Essay was first published as part of DEVOTIONS, an exhibit curated by Bryce Kanbara for the Glenhyrst Art Gallery of Brant.
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The Patriarch
Father Christmas remembers (in spite of frostbite) not to slouch in the company of guests. But stiff upper lip or none, In the eyes of Rangifer tarandus, he’ll always be the upstandingest citizen. So what if he was forever polarizing the elvish? Fragmented skin notwithstanding, he’s no Humpty Dumpty. Spanning multiple literary genres isn’t easy,…
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