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A Symphony of Lines

Moved by Light and Each Other

In Different Places Under the Same Sky

A Place to Sit


There are times when I have been given to

and there are times when I have the impulse to give

both in receiving and in giving 

trust is the inspiration.


The Language of Friends

Taking Each Other for a Walk

Carrying our Prayers Heavenward


This line of prayer flags had fallen from where they were strung, onto the ground beneath.

A squirrel came, stuffed the one end into its mouth and carried it through two backyards, 

up into the tree where it has its home. There they are, still hanging.



Repetitive and Random



Most of what I do in my life is repetitive. 

I learn from what I repeat, when I am able to observe. 

And life itself supplies the random, the unexpected, even the unwelcome. 

Those are the challenges I react or respond to.

Somehow it's all right here, even while I look for something more.

Asking to be with myself


                                                                                            ...is an opening

You seeing me seeing you

                                      a mutual regarding

Just Looking for a bit of Shade


A fish in a bowl is totally dependent on us for its survival.

It can endure our neglect for a surprisingly long time 

but also it can revive dramatically with care and attention.

It is possible for us to have relationship with every creature

when we recognize it as living.






Walking Away from the Week

Waiting for the Light to Change

Before the Wind Makes a Wish

The Next Move

Between Inside and Out


there is a cloud of unknowing

and in the splitting of the tree

new life growing.



Lost on the Street

Today Sae 'n' I ventured out onto the street, far from our stomping grounds, looking to find who know's what. 

We took with us a CONTACT map and gallery names but never found any.

The bus was crowded and hot and we couldn't remember where we were or why we were there.

Sometimes everything we need is right in front of us. 

Returning to our familiar was a great relief.

Finding the Rabbit (today's hunt for inspiration)

...not the rabbit!

Shining a Light


...on the seriousness of work

We are calling this door Friday...



...and it opens to the weekend

An Open Handed Gesture


Ready to receive what comes

and what falls away


Finding the Path

Now What?



After working towards the completion of a body of work

and the opening which follows

there is often a dry patch

when there seems to be no direction.

This is today.



Closing the Gap



                                                         When we close the gaps we alter the landscape.



Cropped Short Stories



                Black Dog


               Red Foot Pigeon Theatre



                  and Guernsey Cow








     Coming soon to a gallery near you!



             Gallery Arcturus

                        Show Time             

        Saturday May 5, 2  - 5pm

           Seats still available

The Tools of the Trade



Today Sae 'n I spent all day hanging what is to be 'her show'.

It was very finicky work and exhausting.

We should finish tomorrow.

It will be beautiful!



All the Better to See You With



              This is a small glimpse into the space where Marina Hashemi is exhibiting her collages:- Anatomy of a Soul



Trusting the Other


In a collaboration each participant  is moved by the other,

quite literally they are each mobilized by a recognition 

of potential to create something of beauty and perfection.

Collaboration requires heart and seeing. 

It is always surprising and its essence is joy.


Sensing the Arrival of Green

Up Coming Event


Marina writes: "'Anatomy of a Soul' was born out of solitude and self reflection.

The skeleton is a form that supports and moves me through life.

My intuition, which I rely on to be my sight and guiding light,

is felt deeply in my gut and pelvis, that is where I placed eyes.

My heart, an organ I associate with deep states of anxiety,

love, empathy - that is why I placed bursts of colour,

delicate butterfly wings and soft flower petals, in the chest. 

These are my first collages.

They document an exploration and discovery 

of what lives inside my soul." 



Brushes in Motion


Today's conversation between Floyd Kuptana and 'that woman' aka deborah harris

Trying not to be Grey

A Sliver of Blue

Pink Forecast

The Ice Queen Cometh

Enter the Space

Walking in the Rain

Artists Together



Floyd Kuptana and deborah harris have been collaborating together for many years.

His sculptures have inspired her drawings, collages, paintings

which have in turn inspired Floyd to expand his talents into drawing and painting.

This show documents their creative conversation to the present.





Mirror, mirror on the floor...

what was once in the ocean,

is found on the shore.


This installation ushers in a new exhibition, 

F e r o c i o u s   J o y 


This whale bone was found on the shores of Tuktoyaktuk, NWT in 1940,

  at the mouth of the MacKenzie River where it enters the Arctic Ocean.




Anyone for a cup 'a tea?

Propelled into Space

Puzzling the Pieces to Come Together


     Puzzle: To perplex or confuse;

     to discover or resolve by long


The Rhythm of Repetition



What happens to the creative process when we try to repeat or reproduce it?

We may find our self stuck in the same place just spinning our wheels.

Something we can also call habit.


The First Robin of Spring

The Story of Easter Begins

We Enter the Space...



and the space enters us

Artists Together



Today artists Vivian Felsen and Floyd Kuptana showed up at the gallery ready to paint.

They managed to entice deborah harris, in spite of her resistance, to join them.

These paintings are the result of the dialogue between them.

Kuptana and harris' work are Picasso inspired.



Against All Odds



Against all of our resistances,

justifications and reasons for why not,

some hidden, forgotten, longed for essence 


continues to be.



The Title Unknown



Trying to find the story 

as it enters from the outside in

If it comes in I will find it.

A moving stream full of images.

One floats to the surface and lets me catch it.

That one image holds a memory of the whole.

If I can begin with that slippery fish

it will lead me through to an ending.


It is always surprising 

and always known.





The ON Button is Pushed...





                                                                                                       ...and pointing up

Wondering Which Way to Go



Sometimes, but almost never

we touch what we desire.


excerpt from 'Robert Frost at Eighty' by Peter Boyle



Returning to One




 Something rich comes from our conversations 

that I take home with me to ponder.



An Agreement to be Moved


Sometimes we cannot initiate. 

Sometimes we do not want to do what we are asked to do,

or we cannot decide what of all the things we think we must do

that we can do.

We are surrounded by movement. 

Simple, mundane tasks require our attention.

They insure that we continue to engage. 

We must only agree.


Moving from Chaos to Order

Hanging by a thread...

...turning to face the now.

A stroke of the hand...

                                                                                                                                                   grass in the wind

Playing a Song of Green



"Greensleeves was all my joy

Greensleeves was my delight

Greensleeves was my heart of gold

And who but my lady Greensleeves."

Ed and Gina Go to the Theatre


I asked him, "What kind of day do you think it is today?"

And he answered, "A little bit flat but friendly."


And so I thought maybe it looks like this.



A Gift of Flowers


The Collage and E.J Gold Gallery have joined the present show 'In Memory of Spring'

with what is being called -   'A Delicate Response'

One Step at a Time

The day began 

stepping on my own toes

but slowly the steps became more sure

more steady and evenly paced

one step following the next.

A Shadow Map

Enter at Your Own Risk

And in my Heart...

Flowering in my Head


More than an idea.




Matthew Bates is the nephew of a dear friend of ours, Pete Corr,

who passed away this last week, February 15.

Matthew has been here from England for the last days of his uncle and after.

He has inspired the next show entitled 'In Memory of Spring'

and has left us with many of what he is calling ' floral sculptures'.

This is one of his first excursions into collage which will be part of the new work shown in the Collage Gallery.  

Sweet Remembering

Finding Home


How much further must we go?





It's a Matter of Scale


An immensity of blue

small enough to fit in our mouth

or to hold in our hand.

An immensity,

too vast to comprehend

  and yet infinitesimal 

                                                                                             in our sight



New Life



                                                                    Moving from the darkness towards the light


Sculpted by the Weather

Indigo Dream


Watching the snow melt.



Working from home 

seeing the familiar in an unfamiliar way,

through the camera's lens and Sae's eyes.

                                                                                    They are windows too. 


                                                                                   Another benefit of home.                                                                         

Don't Touch



Sometimes we have to wear armour,

spikes and thorns pointing out,

to protect the soft inside.

Today is a prickly day.

Many Hands Make Light Work




We can do things more quickly and easily when we work together.

Today we were four working together.

These are two examples by Eron Boyd (top)


Vivian Felsen (lower)



As the Moon Wanes


The moon tonight may appear as full 

but its face has begun to move into shadow.

An almost imperceptible turning

we sometimes look up to see. 




Into the Deep



Blowing bubbles 

like small moons rising from the deep.

Feet fluttering to propel

a slow motion turning 

along the ocean floor. 




Rare Super Blue Blood Moon Rising!

Far From the Maddening Crowd



Very close to the gallery is another world,

a lush tropical world,

separated from the outside

just by a layer of glass. 

It's Your Move

The Beauty of Cold

Today is a poem

written in shadows.

Lines which speak of roots and cracks.

Ice a broken voice 

waiting to be fluid.

For now content with silence.

Just Out of Reach



How can we touch something which is floating?

It can be like a question which is not easily answered.

But even the asking inspires us to stretch our understanding.


Looking at life from both sides



Looking from one side I think that is all there is to see. 

But life itself keeps turning,

rising and falling with the tides. 

Through time I may receive the possibility of seeing from the other side,

a picture of the world,

more expansive and complex than anything I could have imagined.


Somewhere in between

is looking.

I could play with you but I don't wanna

well maybe just one touch

Theatre of Opposites

We are back in the saddle...

                                                                      ...coming out of the tunnel.



Shadows in a Rice Field




There is a story whispered here

stillness and movement

coming towards and going away 

from the one who stands watching



The Fish Has Flown

Looking to Get Hooked

somewhere it is spring

Deerly Beloved


We are gathered here to remember our roots and our gentle nature.

Happy New Year

Gone Fishing


Regular schedule resumes January 16th but check here  for surprises.


Merry Christmas to All and To All A Good Night

From Ed our doorman and tour guide

and the motley basement crew, Eron, Mark, Sae and deborah

            we are wishing you a joyous holiday season.

I Wonder as I Wander

Today's youngest visitor 

learning to walk 

and explore

a whole new world. 

A Little in the Shadow A Little in the Light

ONe FoRty FivE


OnE ForTy FiVe...

a time (in the afternoon or morning)

an age!

an address (without the street name)

the number of buttons in a jar

the number of centimeters of a shorter than average person

the cost of a skill saw on sale at Canadian Tire

the size of a large herd of cows

five pennies short of three rolls

when the train departs

the page in the book facing  144


(and the number just below the very nice shoe).






Everything tells me Something


In this image I recognize the object to be a chair.

I know that it is sitting on a floor.


The wall behind tells me that I can not walk forward 

but must exit the space to the left or the right.


The shadows also tell me something of the space surrounding,

of its shape and where the light is coming from. 


And it can be said that the chair recognizes me.

It has been carefully crafted for a person, such as myself, to sit upon.


In this way I am welcomed to the space.  


Wondering Which Way is Up


What is it that allows us to know where we are?


Recognition: To know 


To recognize and be recognized.


Without that we are lost.