The Undivided Self
"The Undivided Self", 30 x 60. $2800 There are moments when we come to the table whole. Inspired. When that old uncertainty is only a...
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Solo Sock, Empty Chair
“Does this sock belong to you?” I ask my daughter. I don’t ask why it is lying lonely on the railing or where its’ mate is. Personally, I...
Journal Entry
In squished spaces people have to co-operate a bit more. Furrow browed conversations at the café tables are interrupted by someone trying...
Wrenches and Ladles
This past Saturday I was standing beside a gurney. Across from us stood a tall woman, Arabic ancestry. She wore a baseball shirt with...
Expectations
In the middle of the night, in the middle of winter, in the middle of the continent, I take my pen and wonder on paper if it is...
A Conventional Life
This Hour is Mine, 40 x 60 “Well, I quit my job,” my friend Victoria tells me as we stepped single file across a crusty snow covered...
Stuff that Works
Wrench, 24 x 12 When my kids were tiny, we lived in a small village. After growing up in Toronto and feeling utterly untethered, Clayton...
Touch
Contrapposto II, 16 x 20 In my thirties, when I was going through a difficult time, I took my first yoga class. The class was at a...
Cracked Bowls, Empty Bowls
Acceptance, 14 x 14 I have a friend Chloe. Chloe doesn’t take up a lot of space in the world. She has curly reddish hair, light blue...
All Flavours of Humility
“Hanns is dying,” said my friend Cath. “What kind of dying?” I asked. “Dying, dying.” She responded. My defensive response followed years...
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