The seemingly endless unmonetized virtual concerts on YouTube only make me think of the concert Vicky and I were so fortunate to see in person on March 3 – The Indigo Project, by Tafelmusik and Suba and Trichy Sankaran and two student choirs. With no living, breathing encore performance on the horizon, this concert has […]
Perhaps it was another grey-sky day that made me think of stones, and monuments and things incised thereon. The images here were taken many springs ago at the Guild Inn. (I’m not sure if it was an inn then – it went in and out of innship.) The salvaged stoneworks that adorn the gardens are
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I started with the intention of sharing a small abstraction of spring and a haiku, spare, in keeping with my sparsely furnished, lock-down cranium. But of course, the real joy of spring crept in to my workspace – inevitable – my wee granddaughter Mila Grace. Here she is asleep, a single grown-up thumb for reference!
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It’s still me and the birds outside the window. To honour the brave wee souls I have displayed in Gallery two bird themed pieces. The photo-haiga using found text is from the old Canary Restaurant in Toronto’s port lands. (The building has been restored along with the rest of the Distillery area and has been
Isn’t all poetry and art put together from serendipitous elements? Scissors and time in hand, I sat down and ran with my scissors through an old New York Times Style magazine, looking for eye-catching images to excise. (In these days of quarantine, that may be the highest and best use of the New York Times
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….at the rain falling and the birds impervious, I wonder if the air they embroider is truly fresher and cleaner, while we all while the days away indoors. The photo-haiga in Gallery came from a pallette that caught my eye while waiting in the car some years ago, while my newly independent son shopped for
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….is nothing new for me, but now so many others are doing the same…whether they want to or not. My work has served me well, and I hope that I have served it equally. But something drove me to, well, deface my old accounting diploma, and, um, repurpose it to serve the new creative direction
…I just can’t leave it alone. The image in Gallery is from 2012, the year spring started in February. It was warm enough in early March to lie in the grass and watch the geese fill the sky with noise. The poem in Reading Room, came later, in 2016, but still inspired by that unmistakable
At a junk store – excuse me, antique market – northwest of Brampton, I see some shelves of tiny items and figurines for cheap, cheap, cheap. Two little figures catch my eye: a tiny cast-resin teddy bear, looking quizzically to its left, and a tiny ceramic figure with a cap, long coat and black bag,
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….I learned that the word ‘paradise’ comes from the ancient Persian term for ‘walled garden’. The walled garden being described was on a carpet, intricately patterned with trees, birds, and flowers and divided by canals filled with fish. My walled garden still rests under snow, as the birds and bees still rest in points south.
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