I spent most of the day yesterday sitting with a very close friend in a hospital bed , waiting for the surgeon to slice into her gut and remove a large cyst and maybe an ovary or two. Or maybe all…

My brief stint as a home organizer was an eye-opener — door opener, to be precise. I got a rare view of the reality behind the doors of some beautiful houses. Often I was the only outsider who had…

What do you do when you’re suddenly confronted by a threatening sign where this year’s crop of wild blackberries were leveled along the Arbutus corridor? You yarn-bomb it, of course. That’s what one…

A few weeks back, Vancouver artist-blogger Arleigh Wood asked me if I would be willing to catch the baton on an ongoing, international writers’ blog tour. I’m bullish on all collaborative,…

You know you’re working with the right people when you arrive at their shop with nothing to show for your sculpture idea but some vague sketches and they don’t frog-march you out of the industrial…

I did not sign up for this. Well, actually I did, in my exhibiting-artist contract with the Richmond Art Gallery for the current  City as Site public-art survey show , but that’s not my point. I…

In my ongoing hunt for a lost painting — forgotten in the international departure lounge at Vancouver International Airport last month —  I stumbled upon the Vancouver Airport Chapel Thrift…

It’s one thing to dream up an idea for the back end of the elevated Canada Line track and quite another to see that dream come together in a mammoth aluminum sculpture.

This week I am testing the usefulness of social media in locating a painting. Grey Lace is not my first commission, but a favourite, done over two months this past winter. It is an abstract field in…

We were a bit of a spectacle, using survivalist technology outside our tent wedged between the humming, air-conditioned RVs ,   but we were aching to use our car-camping trip to finally test the…