Rodolfo Baeza: Revisited
In Rodolfo Baeza there is something different, something else entirely: the expression of an idea so powerful, the model beingContinue Reading
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Ten years ago this month, I walked out the door of the Tom Baker Cancer Centre in Calgary, Alberta, myContinue Reading
Meet the Artist: Juan Pablo
The rawness of his voice matches the paintings in Juan Pablo’s studio. “Sorry, late night”, he says, clearing his throat,Continue Reading
Stone Kings
It took five men five months to build that hand hewn stone wall”, Ata tells me as we survey theContinue Reading
A Good Death
How do you want to die? It’s a question that inspires some to grab a sand shovel, dig a holeContinue Reading
A Fine Vintage
A metallic twang, like a note struck on a steel guitar, reveals the mineralized soil in which everything grows. Assaulted byContinue Reading
Alas My Own Thighs
She filled her bowl with borscht for the second time, added sour cream, and pondered the heat in her years-oldContinue Reading
More Duck Than Swan
I always wanted to be a ballerina. Somehow I thought it would make me more swan than duck, more girlContinue Reading
Sleepless in San Sebastián
What torture lurks within a single thought…” I could have stopped reading then, so emotionally charged was the first line ofContinue Reading
Stuff That Works
My dad is a Guy Clark fan. He especially loves ‘Stuff That Works’. “I got a pretty good friend who’s seenContinue Reading
Sin Nombre
I stopped to take his picture but I didn’t stop to ask Cuál es su nombre? Or to ask himContinue Reading
Road Trip: Isla Holbox
Tiny crescent moon bays undulate down the shoreline, like scalloped lace. The sand is fine and white, rivalling the feelContinue Reading
Films for Curious People
Hot Docs, the Canadian International Documentary Film Festival is here, and Terranova Matadora is part of the stellar lineup. FromContinue Reading
The Heart Is Where Home Is
The plane shudders, as if waking from a bad dream. A blanket of bodies stretches out as far as theContinue Reading
On Solitude
I like being by myself. Perhaps it comes from growing up in a large noisy family with six kids, several catsContinue Reading
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