Manitoba arts

Based in Winnipeg, The Arts Incubator is a hub for Manitoba arts, connecting local creators with Northern and Indigenous projects across the province and beyond. By supporting community-driven initiatives, mentorship opportunities, and digital innovation, the Incubator strengthens the arts sector while amplifying the unique voices of Manitoba and Northwestern Ontario. From emerging artists to established cultural leaders, the Incubator fosters collaboration and sustainability, ensuring that Winnipeg and Manitoba’s arts community continues to thrive as a center for creativity and cultural exchange.

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...

Empowering Northern Arts Through AI Research suggests AI isn’t replacing northern artists—it’s openinig up the potential for them go further.

Empowering Northern Arts Through AI

Jamie Bell April 18, 2025

Artificial Intelligence is reshaping industries around the world—and now, it's opening new possibilities for the northern arts...

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Digital Literacy Is the New Studio Practice

Digital Salvage April 17, 2025

Artists today aren’t just painting on canvas—they’re coding, curating digital spaces, and negotiating algorithms. In a world...

Redefining Authorship and Agency in AI-Driven Art deterritorialization-ai-art-music

Redefining Authorship and Agency in AI-Driven Art

Jamie Bell April 16, 2025

Over the past year, AI-driven art has exploded into a global phenomenon, propelled by breakthroughs in generative...

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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.

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

Walls We Walk By: Higgins and Main

Tony Eetak April 15, 2025

We found these inspiring words under a bridge near Main and Higgins.

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Testing out our new tools

Tony Eetak April 14, 2025

Over the past few months, we’ve been having an incredible time exploring and experimenting as part of...

The Quiet Colony Whispers of green tongues curl from the tree’s breath. Not growth, but memory—etched into rough skin. Time blooms sideways here, slow and certain. A quiet conspiracy between light and lichen. Nothing moves, yet everything is listening.

Whispers of green tongues curl from the tree’s breath. Not growth, but memory—etched into rough skin. Time blooms sideways here, slow and certain. A quiet conspiracy between light and lichen. Nothing moves, yet everything is listening.

The Quiet Colony

Jamie Bell April 14, 2025

The warming days of spring reveal more than thawing ground—they unveil life too quiet to announce itself....

Snow Cones for Caribou The caribou’s dark eyes scanned the white expanse, finally settling on the familiar green fringe clinging to the shadowed branch. Each snow-laden strand of lichen was a tiny beacon, a frozen delicacy in the vast stillness. It nudged its muzzle through the icy crystals, a fleeting taste of earth and survival in the heart of winter’s hold.