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Echoes Beneath the Dome

Tony Eetak July 6, 2025

The dome of St. Boniface Archdiocese rises with quiet dignity, a structure as solemn as it is...

Finding Art in Winnipeg’s Unexpected Places In Winnipeg, graffiti always pops up like little surprises scattered across the city. We found this one under the bridge near Main and Higgins. Photo: Tony Eetak

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

Finding Art in Winnipeg’s Unexpected Places

Digital Salvage June 7, 2025

Tony Eetak captures the city's hidden graffiti and explores the quiet beauty of its bridges in his...

Capturing the shot Tony Eetak, a founding member of our program, frames a shot outside the Asper Centre for Theatre and Film in Winnipeg. Photo: Jamie Bell

Tony Eetak, a founding member of our program, frames a shot outside the Asper Centre for Theatre and Film in Winnipeg. Photo: Jamie Bell

Capturing the shot

Jamie Bell June 6, 2025

Tony Eetak, a founding member of our program, frames a shot outside the Asper Centre for Theatre...

Light for the Sleeping by Tony Eetak A reflection from the virtual exhibition “Shifting Horizons: Edges of Ice and Snow” by Tony Eetak

Light for the Sleeping by Tony Eetak

Digital Salvage June 3, 2025

In Light for the Sleeping, Tony Eetak offers not just a photograph, but a moment of presence....

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

Provencher: A Bridge Between Memory and Sky

Tony Eetak June 2, 2025

Provencher is part of Bridges: Waiting at the Water’s Edge, an immersive online exhibition exploring the spaces...

Bridges: Waiting at the Water’s Edge by Tony Eetak “Mud pulls at your feet, the river hums under closed bridges, and the air thickens with thawed-out memory.”

“Mud pulls at your feet, the river hums under closed bridges, and the air thickens with thawed-out memory.”

Bridges: Waiting at the Water’s Edge by Tony Eetak

Digital Salvage June 1, 2025

Beneath still bridges and softened trails, the landscape invites us into a season of return—a ritual written...

Winnipeg in Black and White Winnipeg in Black and White is a short virtual exhibit by youth artist Tony Eetak.

Winnipeg in Black and White

Art Borups Corners May 14, 2025

WINNIPEG, MB — A striking new photography exhibition titled Winnipeg in Black and White is now on view, showcasing the...

Shifting Horizons: Edges of Ice and Snow This virtual exhibition, inspired by the "Our People, Our Climate," program showcases Tony Eetak's photographs of Nunavut, providing a unique Inuit perspective on the environmental shifts affecting his homeland.

This virtual exhibition, inspired by the "Our People, Our Climate," program showcases Tony Eetak's photographs of Nunavut, providing a unique Inuit perspective on the environmental shifts affecting his homeland.

Shifting Horizons: Edges of Ice and Snow

Art Borups Corners May 1, 2025

WINNIPEG, MANITOBA -- Inuit youth photographer Tony Eetak is using his lens to capture the changing Arctic...

Light for the Sleeping The sky sings above those who sleep. The wind carries stories no longer spoken aloud. In this northern hush, every tilted cross is a line in a poem written by ancestors — not to be read, but to be felt. Nothing here is gone. Everything waits beneath snow, beneath stars, beneath the turning light.