Utopic dream work is now an unwieldy mass​ ​ As soon as my coffee arrived in bed early Friday morning (don’t hate me) I jumped on Reddit to try to find news of the latest cyber snafu, because…

When I first started out as a suburban-newspaper reporter I had a single original artwork tacked to the wall in my basement suite. It was a life-sized acrylic-on-paper, a nude holding her…

We all sort of forgot about celebrating Canada Day last weekend, up north, on a farm. No fireworks, no flags, no impressive array of themed party foods in the American way. That doesn’t make…

Two years ago to the day of this writing, my sweetie and I arrived in downtown San Francisco the day before the Pride parade and the day after the U.S. Supreme Court struck down Roe v. Wade. ​By…

I have my share of obtrusive thoughts but this week it’s an ear-worm: Arcade Fire’s “Reflektor.” ​ It jumped into my head while on a brilliant morning bike ride this week, after passing someone…

This one’s for my brother, on his second memorial Father’s Day. ​ I started the artwork just after returning from his ashes-scattering ceremony on one of the Gulf Islands, as he requested in…

Is it easy to cut up hand-embroidered linen tablecloths, runners, pillowcases? It is not. As an adequate hand-stitcher I understand the skill, labour, time and patience that goes into each linen. I…

I opened up my studio yesterday to the public to get some general feedback on a new series of paintings. Because even though I’m compelled to keep working on it and even though I’m enjoying a…

Just a week before Halloween — prime creative costume time — we in these parts are again reminded of the tragic, toxic end to our local Value Village. The general love-hate relationship came to a…

Thirty years ago this month I floated down the aisle in a pearly silk dress.  Recently I pulled this relic out of deep storage to give it new life. It is a ballerina-length A-line number, a fitted…