February 12, 2016

 This Hour is Mine, 40 x 60

 

“Well, I quit my job,” my friend Victoria tells me as we stepped single file across a crusty snow covered field.

 

“I don’t know what is going to happen. I don’t have any money. All I know is that this isn’t my path. I never led a conventional...

February 4, 2016

 Wrench, 24 x 12

 

 

 

When my kids were tiny, we lived in a small village. After growing up in Toronto and feeling utterly untethered, Clayton seemed like a location I had been waiting for.

 

The village is a cluster of 20 or so houses, half of them owned by artis...

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