Venerable city newspaper reporter John Mackie has an eye for old things Vancouver . He was intrinsic in the broad-daylighting of  Fred Herzog ’s mid-century images, and more recently he has given…

I do so love a shit-disturber , whether it’s fearless Middle-East reporter/author Robert Fisk ripping apart mainstream media last Saturday night downtown or the venerable art critic Jan Verwoert at…

My mother might remember this: as a kid, I once declared that I could handle a stint in jail, because I would spend the time dressing up the place by making decorations out of any old bits and…

This would be the sequel to the New Year’s resolution post a couple of weeks back, in which I vowed to part ways with years of art projects from past classes and phases, and future artworks that…

It’s a quandary , going to a commercial-gallery show opening for the likes of Important Canadian Artist Attila Richard Lukacs . I’m a short person and this is a small art town, which means I end…

My New Year’s resolution this year is D&D: Divest and Dance. The idea is that if I clear some space by divesting myself of my art stuff I’ll have more room to dance.  Or maybe it was: I’ll be…

I got the gift of a visual feast for Christmas: a date to see some performance-art mastery by Cirque du Soleil. And it was no less a sensory experience than the first show I saw when Alegria debuted…

Painting feels a lot like grasping for words  to me. There’s general comprehension there, thanks to some study, but I don’t have enough command of my own visual language to express myself with…

Art is in the everyday,  even at the Van Dusen Gardens on another miserable rainy night last week. There’s no narrative in those hundreds of thousands of LED coloured lightbulbs strung through the…

At first I didn’t see what the fuss was about  at the official artwork unveiling last weekend at Main and 18th. Unless the soggy mess of dirt and blue metal fencing in front of the new condo complex…