Echoes Beneath the Dome
The stark silhouette of the Archdiocese of St. Boniface church dome rises defiantly against a brooding prairie sky, its neoclassical lines softened by decades of…
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Author: 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.
Early Morning Fog
The forest holds its breath. Morning fog clings to the undergrowth like a held memory, softening the sharpness of the branches.
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Canada Goose
The goose under the coloured bridge Beneath the bridge, in a pocket of stillness layered with shadows and spray paint, a single Canada goose stands…
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Provencher
We never grew up with bridges like this—suspended, sweeping, confident in the air.
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Where Trains Rumble, Walls Talk
It’s easy to miss if you’re just driving by, but under the railway bridge near Higgins and Main, the walls are alive.
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Walls We Walk By: Higgins and Main
We found these inspiring words under a bridge near Main and Higgins.
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Like Ink On Ice
Carried in the Cold, Not in the Cloud The metaphor “like ink on ice, stories unspooling like smoke in the air” vividly captures the fragile…
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After the Bark
The tree dreams in textures now. Bark has been replaced by memory. Weathered lines recall the touch of wind, the breath of moss, the quiet…
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Waiting at the Water’s Edge
In spring, the river swells with memory. Ice pulls back, revealing thick ribbons of mud and trails softened by thaw.
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