​My mother remembers seeing a military band perform in the  Alexandra Park bandstand  across from English Bay, in the early 1950s. I watched a Jazz Festival performance there this summer. But the…

What with all the trips to the thrift shops, followed by a frenzy of snip-snipping and glue-gun-play, the posting part of Halloween takes a back seat.

Gotta love Salvation Army and the staff’s peculiar display choices. Every other store would break up all the retail items so each one looks unique, but at my local Salarmy they sort by colour, making…

It is excruciating to junk a piece of, well, in this case, junk. But it has to be done.  ​ Such is the reality of the Vancouver maker who likes to work large but lives in a small space. So I…

Just for the record, my Toybits were created far, far before Mad Max: Fury Road hit the theatres — a lthough the resemblance of those Metallica-esque assault vehicles  to my small sculptures is…

I’m sure I didn’t come up with the term ‘mosaic tagging’ but the idea of embedding found remnants of domestic culture into the built landscape has been rolling around my brain for a while.  It…

I really want to believe our Prime Minister’s — what, pledge? Hope? Prediction? — that we will be a fossil-fuel-free nation by the year 2100, as he told the rest of the Gang of 7 at their…

I’m not knocking social media. Hi tting ‘Like’ to one posted act of injustice after another is nothing like joining a sit-in at your MP’s office or marching in protest. But I also get that there is…

My mother shared the above image in a Facebook link with me because she knows what makes my heart go thumpety-thump: a dazzling visual pattern tied to a hefty underlying concept.

Playing with mainly found materials, and whenever possible with other people, offers me the chance to learn about properties and potential of those throw-away materials as well as about collaborative…