Tony Eetak

Tony Eetak is an emerging artist, musician and culture connector from Arviat, Nunavut, now exploring the arts in Winnipeg, Manitoba. A founding member of the Art Borups Corners, Tony has a demonstrated passion for photography, music, composition, and visual arts. With over five years of experience as a dedicated volunteer, collaborator and co-funder of several arts projects, Tony has been involved in various participatory arts events through organizations like the Arviat Film Society, Global Dignity Canada, Inclusion in Northern Research, and Our People, Our Climate. His contributions earned him recognition as a National Role Model by Global Dignity Canada in 2023. His work has been supported by the Canada Council for the Arts, Manitoba Arts Council and the OpenAI Researcher Access Program.

Through My Eyes: An Arctic Story Even in the heart of our community, winter's presence is felt. The school stands as a center of learning, surrounded by the enduring snow.

Even in the heart of our community, winter's presence is felt. The school stands as a center of learning, surrounded by the enduring snow.

Through My Eyes: An Arctic Story

Tony Eetak May 1, 2025

My photography is a reflection of the world I see, the world I'm growing up in, as...

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Exploring Mass Culture

Tony Eetak April 24, 2025

This week, we're spotlighting Mass Culture, a national arts service organization that harnesses the power of research to...

Early Morning Fog Fog doesn’t erase, it distills. What remains in the hush is not absence, but a pause between stories. Trees lean like breathless witnesses, caught in the act of remembering. This isn’t mystery—it’s a threshold. You aren’t lost here; you’re being rewritten.

Fog doesn’t erase, it distills. What remains in the hush is not absence, but a pause between stories. Trees lean like breathless witnesses, caught in the act of remembering. This isn’t mystery—it’s a threshold. You aren’t lost here; you’re being rewritten.

Early Morning Fog

Tony Eetak April 22, 2025

The forest holds its breath. Morning fog clings to the undergrowth like a held memory, softening the...

Canada Goose It stands where steel forgets it’s steel—among colour bleeding from walls, among echoes not meant for birds. A pause with feathers. A poem without lines. Graffitied stillness, urban myth. Something sacred hums low under the bridge, and the goose listens.

It stands where steel forgets it’s steel—among colour bleeding from walls, among echoes not meant for birds. A pause with feathers. A poem without lines. Graffitied stillness, urban myth. Something sacred hums low under the bridge, and the goose listens.

Canada Goose

Tony Eetak April 18, 2025

The goose under the coloured bridge Beneath the bridge, in a pocket of stillness layered with shadows...

Provencher $Provencher Bridge floats between breath and concrete, a tethered gesture over water’s slow murmur. Light fractures across its spine like memory refracted—half civic promise, half spectral hush. It does not span space, but thought—an architecture of pause, where crossings blur into echoes and the river forgets which way is forward.$

Provencher

Tony Eetak April 18, 2025

We never grew up with bridges like this—suspended, sweeping, confident in the air.

Where Trains Rumble, Walls Talk

“If you fall, get up.” We found it ghosted beneath the railway bridge, where rust runs like tears down concrete cheeks, where the wind holds its breath beneath traffic’s hum. A phrase not shouted, but etched—faint, hand-drawn— a weathered whisper surviving winter’s bite and autumn’s sigh. It is not just a sentence; it is a gesture, a lifted chin in the chill, a soft defiance sprayed in silver, where no one is watching, but someone once needed it most.

Where Trains Rumble, Walls Talk

Tony Eetak April 18, 2025

It’s easy to miss if you’re just driving by, but under the railway bridge near Higgins and...

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New Spaces

Tony Eetak April 15, 2025

Walls We Walk By: Higgins and Main In Winnipeg, graffiti always pops up like little surprises scattered across the city. We found this one under the bridge near Main and Higgins.