“Your hair seems blue,” a friend noted over dinner. It really is. I’ve joined the blue-rinse gang — emphasis on the blue. Denim blue is an unnatural hair hue that seems only natural now that…

I t feels like the Internet has killed the fun of taking snapshots of beautiful cities and people. So many times over the last four months in Mexico I’ve raised my camera (phone) to capture an…

A month after I landed in Guanajuato , Mexico it finally dawned on me: there are no traffic lights in this bustling city . You’d think that would be obvious from the outset but those kinds of details…

Confundo . (I am confounded.) Never mind that I arrived in a medieval city in Mexico in the middle of the night after a stomach-churning 10-hour bus ride from the coast. Never mind that the next…

I’ve just returned from a month in the big country of southwest Saskatchewan: big skies, big farming operations, big empty days that were all too much at the start of my artist residency at the…

This all started with too much stuff: the glut of stuff at the Lasqueti Free Store and all my own stuff I need to keep on my person, even more stuff than in my purse life in Vancouver. I work…

I have been preoccupied these past months with a basic question: Where is my forever home? I’ve lived in the same Kitsilano condo since 1995 yet I never felt truly at home in a building, with a lobby…

For the last six Saturdays I have thrown open my studio doors to seven kids between the ages of 5 and 7, ostensibly to offer some art classes, but really, this was for me. I had been feeling a…

Every time I turn around someone’s got her nose in Marie Kondo’s international bestseller book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up or they’re doodling zentangles . I’ve mixed both into one…

As I was wrapping bolts of fabric around the Haywood Bandstand across from English Bay last Friday, a few intrepid dog-walkers approached me, shouting over the gale-force winds and all basically…