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  • Slow Little Twists: St Malo, Manitoba

    August 11, 2019 by

    A welcome slowed down pace. I love when I can find materials in my immediate space. Well, I can always find materials in my immediate space but they look different in the forest than they do in my apartment in the city, don’t they?

  • Bubbles: Art City, True Colour

    August 6, 2019 by

    I love playing with weird materials, trying to figure them out. Some dollar store ball pit balls. Needle and thread? nope, too rigid. Using interfacing and the end of a hot glue gun to grommet them? Works like a charm. the shape controlled by the orientation of the balls in relation to each other. This… Read more

  • The Work That Hurts

    July 9, 2019 by

    I’ve been doing the work that hurts. Cutting my stomach open and looking at my guts, my heart. Who are you? I whisper to myself. It’s becoming clearer and fuzzier at the same time. The more I cut myself open the more I find the rotten parts, meticulously cutting them from the healthy tissue. Where… Read more

  • I Am 28 Years Old and I Am Not a Mother

    May 17, 2019 by

    I am 28 years old and I am not a mother. This is not a default setting, a goal to be achieved in the future, the wrong time. This is an active choice I have made and have continued to make. One day I may shift to a new choice. Today is not that day.… Read more

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