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.

The Silence Between Seasons

Jamie Bell April 14, 2025

The last snowstorm arrived quietly, as if it knew it was out of place. Spring had already...

The Last Snow Knows

It falls without urgency, this last snow—drifting more from memory than sky. It does not bite or blind; it merely lands, as if out of habit. A gesture. A goodbye. It traces the old logs like a lover running fingers over a sleeping face, not ready to leave, not ready to stay. There is no storm in it—only the quiet insistence of something finishing itself. Beneath it, life waits—wet, thawing, uncoiling in shadows. The snow does not know it is the last, but the earth does. And in that silence, the air holds something tender: not an ending, but the echo of one.

The Last Snow Knows

Jamie Bell April 14, 2025

The logs lie quiet beneath a final whisper of snow, like forgotten verses in a poem winter...

Nothing About This Is Neutral $Against the backdrop of Executive Order 14168, the fractured paintbrush on a dark canvas symbolizes the National Endowment for the Arts' drastic shift away from supporting diversity, equity, and inclusion initiatives. The stark contrast between the vibrant potential of artistic expression and the encroaching darkness reflects the chilling impact of funding cuts under conservative mandates. As marginalized artists face unprecedented challenges, the arts community must rally to protect the transformative power of creative freedom.$

Nothing About This Is Neutral

Jamie Bell April 13, 2025

This project emerged from a refusal to treat data as neutral or storytelling as decorative. Through a...

Beneath the Code. Fractured Land. Through OpenAI-powered tools and mentorship, we’re fostering creativity, leadership, and community-based research, helping artists innovate in the digital arts space.

Through OpenAI-powered tools and mentorship, we’re fostering creativity, leadership, and community-based research, helping artists innovate in the digital arts space.

Beneath the Code. Fractured Land.

Jamie Bell April 12, 2025

The Space Between Creation and Collapse Beneath the code, fractured land. Here, the boundaries of code and...

Waiting at the Water’s Edge Mud pulls at your feet, the river hums under closed bridges, and the air thickens with thawed-out memory. Between branches and broken trails, a stillness opens—where water dreams upward, steel waits without speaking, and the season writes itself in soft collisions.

Mud pulls at your feet, the river hums under closed bridges, and the air thickens with thawed-out memory. Between branches and broken trails, a stillness opens—where water dreams upward, steel waits without speaking, and the season writes itself in soft collisions.

Waiting at the Water’s Edge

Tony Eetak April 9, 2025

In spring, the river swells with memory. Ice pulls back, revealing thick ribbons of mud and trails...

The Bison

Among bare branches and snow-laced silence, the book-buffalo waits—pages frozen in time, wisdom stacked into muscle and memory. It is not sculpture, but spellwork. It holds what we forgot we carried: story, survival, and the soft hoofbeats of future paths.

The Bison

Tony Eetak April 9, 2025

Tucked into the natural paths at The Forks, Education is the New Bison emerges like a quiet monument.

The Quiet Rows Empty seats in a lecture hall echo with memory—fragments of thought, laughter, doubt, discovery. Education isn’t confined to presence; it resonates in absence. These still rows are archives of energy, holding the quiet hum of voices that changed everything. Most of us never make it here.

Empty seats in a lecture hall echo with memory—fragments of thought, laughter, doubt, discovery. Education isn’t confined to presence; it resonates in absence. These still rows are archives of energy, holding the quiet hum of voices that changed everything. Most of us never make it here.

The Quiet Rows

Tony Eetak April 9, 2025

At the University of Winnipeg, that idea lives in the space itself. It’s not just a school;...

Playground In Winnipeg’s playgrounds, metal tipis rise like echoes of old songs, catching sky in their spines. These are not structures but spells—frames for imagined fires and stories unspoken. Here, laughter roots in the dust, spiraling upward. Memory plays barefoot, circling the sacred geometry where past and future quietly braid. Photo: Jamie Bell

Playground

Jamie Bell April 9, 2025

The playgrounds and gathering spaces at The Forks are layered with meaning—designed not just for function, but...

Carved in Stone Winnipeg’s stonework hums in chisel tongues—glyphs of frostbitten dreams etched in sediment and soot. Faces emerge, not seen but sensed, eroded into myth by wind and waiting. Carvings press silence into permanence, where granite listens and limestone weeps. Each groove a memory. Each building, a slow exhale of forgotten hands.

Winnipeg’s stonework hums in chisel tongues—glyphs of frostbitten dreams etched in sediment and soot. Faces emerge, not seen but sensed, eroded into myth by wind and waiting. Carvings press silence into permanence, where granite listens and limestone weeps. Each groove a memory. Each building, a slow exhale of forgotten hands.

Carved in Stone

Tony Eetak April 9, 2025

All over the Forks—tucked near the riverbanks, beside trails, or half-buried in grass—you’ll find carvings.

Bridges: The Forks Beneath the rusted lattice of the old rail bridges near the Forks, time bends—steel bones whispering histories into the wind, footsteps echoing between memory and motion. The river moves slow and thick below, like thought unspoken, while overhead the iron arches cradle sky and silence.