Under the Gaze of Giants
In a quiet alcove beneath towering canvases, a small group of youth sit cross-legged, whispering between museum murmurs. Their presence, casual and at ease, contrasts the grandiosity of the gallery.
Centering the Fragments
A compass mosaic of shattered pieces, reassembled with intention and grace. Laid into the stone floor like a secret map, the mosaic catches the light from all directions. Each shard,…
Smoke Break, Truth Break
The sidewalk becomes a threshold—between class and conversation, between performance and pause. Smokers linger in the hush before reentry, clustered in quiet familiarity.
Art on Campus
Inside a corridor built for function, time folds. Artists unfurl memory onto tables, turning concrete into ceremony.
A scoop becomes a witness. The swirl is not dessert—it is doctrine, layered with pixel-static and the soft surrender of vanilla in fluorescence. Forty-six thousand five hundred fourteen eyes have seen it, but none tasted the same myth twice. The cone, pinned to the wall like a saint. Cold sugar, eternal return. A bite taken in Elmwood ripples into the archive of glances, archived now in memory, now in metadata. Art lives here—not in frames, but in freezers, in marker-signed mandates, in the quiet sermon of soft-serve melting into ritual.
Soft Serve Frequencies
The cold hum spills sideways across time, tasting like the absence of plans. A cone dissolves before it’s named. Somewhere between ketchup packet and ceiling tile, the sacred forgets itself. A chair is a chair is a chair is a shrine. The fries pray quietly. Kindness echoes in fluorescent.
The Exchange District ini Downtown Winnipeg is a place we spend a lot of time walking and exploring.
City Seen, City Felt
Through this project, I sought to explore the spaces that make up Winnipeg—not as fixed landmarks but as living, breathing parts of a shared experience.
This is where the practice breathes — not in the studio or the pitch deck, but in the exhale afterward. In the quiet after you’ve given so much. In the ordinary, where art doesn’t have to prove itself. You are not your deadline here. You are not your critique. You’re just someone with tired hands and an appetite for something simple, something real, something served with a smile and a "thanks for coming in tonight."
Art Lives in the Silence Between Bites
In the still life of a Winnipeg diner table, time rests between granules. Sugar, salt, and ketchup — the elemental trinity of the everyday — stand as quiet sentinels of memory, taste, and gesture.
Snowdrifts rise nearly to the rooftops in Arviat after a multi-day blizzard swept through the community. Residents are now hard at work clearing paths and driveways, shovels in hand. For many, it’s just another typical winter clean-up in Nunavut.
Digging Out, Nunavut Style
Residents of Arviat are shovelling out after a multi-day winter blizzard blanketed the community in deep snowdrifts, some piled nearly to the rooftops.
Spring is almost here.
March Break
It's our March break. Time for fishing derbies, short vacations and a breath of fresh air as we wait out the end of winter and the start of spring.