The sidewalk becomes a threshold—between class and conversation, between performance and pause. Smokers linger in the hush before reentry, clustered in quiet familiarity.
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…
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.
Residents of Arviat are shovelling out after a multi-day winter blizzard blanketed the community in deep snowdrifts, some piled nearly to the rooftops.