Whenever someone tells me my work is obsessive I think of Fred Tomaselli. Now that’s obsessive. In a really, really good way. Last December I finally got to cross off an important pilgrimage when I…

I don’t know what to think about this gravitational pull into psychedelic art and my obsession with the humble, throwaway doily. But it’s better that way. Better to learn through the making….

I had a Moment yesterday when I saw the front page of the Richmond Review newspaper, announcing that my design has been chosen for a proposed crosswalk in the heritage fishing village of…

I was walking out of a Seattle Value Village, defeated (damn you Capitol Hill hipsters) on just another steel-grey Wet Coast day when I was hit by shards of colour on concrete. Instead of simply…

I fail to see much of a distinction between art and design. There is a lot of design in a painting, while a design item like a chair or a hooked rug can be a nonfunctional piece of art.  The…

I’m fairly new at this. Not the writing part; I’ve been doing that for quite a while. It’s this big scary exploration also known as Developing an Art Practice. Your hands might be busy but you spend…

Caesar Milan saved me from throttling my cairn terrier. Fred Tomaselli saved me from feeling like the art world had no interest in psychedelic patterns. Now Robin McKenzie has saved my back. I have…

Almost a year after my final sculpture class with the venerable Liz Magor I’m still wrestling with her challenge to me to find the crack in the beauty. At least once a day I’m confronted with this…

Design has the most to say about the origin of what is commonly known as an Oriental carpet. But the patterns woven into a mysterious tattered, dun-coloured wool rug that has been in my family for as…