Category: Art & Design Musings


I finally broke down and bought a stylus and tablet. It came with a Corel Painter program, and here is the result of monkeying around during the Canucks/BlueJackets game…

He goes into battle behind the Spirit Wing...

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Trying to survive as an artist in Canada entails maximizing your flexibility.  I always maintained the traditional approach of utilising Trades as my “Bread & Butter” source of income to fuel my passions and dreams as an artist. The problem being that as one ages — the physical body suffers the process of entropy.  Coming back to Vancouver in 1995 marked the end of an era for me as “The Wandering Poet” who travelled the border regions of  Canada, often on a Wing and a Prayer. Physical and health issues brought me to the end of a long road — wherein I had to lay down and shift my priorities and focus in order to survive. This is where the seed of an idea was born — in that time where I was searching for answers through medecine that no living or current practioner of healing could provide. Through the process of “Divining” — an ancient word entered my consciousness and ancestral memory — lodging itself into my living spirit in a way that set me upon an intellectual quest to rediscover it…

The Seed of an Idea…

Almost 15 years ago, I was a starving Poet returning to the “Wet Coast” after a 3-year stint of  living in Winnipeg. I wrote a fair body of work there and lived with musicians and artists. I was coming back to have another go at cracking the Vancouver art scene — landing on “The Drive” in 1995. After a few weeks of couch surfing at Tippy-A-Go-Go’s apartment — I rented the first cheap room I could find — landing at First and Commercial.

Coming from the relative calm of the Middle Kingdom of WinterPeg, I was ill-prepared for the experiences that awaited me at 1754 East First Avenue. Nevertheless, I settled into the rundown room, made friends with the cockroaches and set about combing the Drive for old friends. I ran into a very good friend — a musician who performed in my “Ashante’ Creation Myth” performance-piece when I was a student at Emily Carr College of Art & Design. A long term member of the Fool’s Society, he helped to get me a day job with a gay gardener who had named his company: “The Well-Tempered Gardener”. (He was famous for throwing temper-tantrums the other landscapers described as “The Stomp”).