Overcoming the Canadian Wilderness

Starting in highschool, I was discouraged from making paintings that were meant to be ‘hung over the couch’. While I’m grateful for the shove my teachers gave me to step into the conceptual realms of art practice, I’ve been feeling the need to decorate and turn my works into ornaments meant to be admired for …

The Role of Women in Surrealism

Surrealism was a gated realm created exclusively for male artists, the majority of whom objectified and fetishized women. For a female artist to unlock this gate, she had to fulfill the male artists’ need for narrowing the role of women down to an object of male desire. This conception of women blinded male Surrealists to …

Why Painting Has Been Kept Alive

Painting has been pronounced dead many times. Douglas Crimp, one of the main critics of painting, argues that painting has become old-fashioned. With the use of techniques such as appropriation, quotation and duplication, newer mediums like photography, film, and video are doing what painting has failed to do (Miles, Christopher). Yet, the majority of art …

Maggie

He sneaks a quick look from behind his thick math textbook. He can’t see where he’s headed. But he can see her bright blue runners dart this way and that across the gray tiled floor to avoid the mad crowd. He knows he is a freak for following her around like this. He should just …

The Cockroach Eater

I watched my mother suffer, day after day, month after month; she grew weaker and weaker while her belly grew larger and larger. I asked her kindly to not eat so much since she threw up a lot. But every time, she just laughed at me. In the three short years of my life, I …

Clusters

Imagery: a language that can set the moisture on one’s tongue, the hum in one’s ears, the tingle in one’s skin, the beat in one’s breath, and the blobs of colour that swim underneath one’s eyelids, to shape a story that the mind senses. Figurative language: words that string together layers of meanings, to describe …

I Remember

When you came up with me from the car to my hospital room, I was holding back tears, Maybe you were too.   You had been told to pray in my ears While I lay in my bed and tried to sleep.   But you didn’t believe too much in prayers, In what they could …

Road

It was a trail first, Soft, Crumbly with dead leaves everywhere. Colourful and beautiful it was, But there were too many patches that made us fall, Made us angry, Made us want to curse at it all. But then the trail strengthened, With years of footsteps loving it. It started sprouting plants as the dead …

Aphrodite of Cyrene

Sensual, She stands, Poised on the pedestal, Revealing her naked beauty, She doesn’t care when people stare. It’s been a long time Since she tried To make the marble surrounding her Crack through the power of her will, To make the amazed faces looking upon her in awe Turn away with shame. For ages she …

The Family Glue

She wakes up Only so she can make us all breakfast.   One by one, We all get up, Not caring too much about the time, Or about the fact that she must want to go back to bed.   She says it doesn’t matter. She sleeps during the day.   When nobody is there, …