Birds of a Feather...



                                Every visitor is somehow shaped by the space. Today the visitor was Maya.


All the World's a Stage...

                                                                                                                      ...and we are merely players.

Interrogated by Light


There is a line in a Shakespeare Sonnet-

"Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines..."

which I am reminded of in this photo.

The brightness exposes all and leaves no place to hide,

inner definition is lost and the background becomes dark by contrast.

The shadow looks on from a distance.


A Winter Poem



This is the beginning of the new exhibit in the Genesis Gallery.



Good Will to All



"Soul Cake"


A soul cake, a soul cake,

Please, good missus, a soul cake,

An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry,

Any good thing to make us all merry.

A soul cake, a soul cake,

Please, good missus, a soul cake,

One for Peter, two for Paul,

And three for Him that made us all.

God bless the master of this house

And the mistress also,

And all the little children

That round your table grow;

The cattle in your stable,

The dogs at your front door,

And all that dwell within your gates

We'll wish you ten times more.

A soul cake, a soul cake:

Go down into the cellar

And see what you can find;

If the barrels are not empty

We'll hope that you'll be kind;

We'll hope that you'll be kind

With your apple and your pear,

And we'll come no more a-soulin'

Till Christmas time next year.

A soul cake, a soul cake:

The streets are very dirty,

Me shoes are very thin,

I have a little pocket

To put a penny in;

If you haven't got a penny

A ha'penny will do;

If you haven't got a ha'penny

God bless you.




Back to Back (we've got each other covered)

Today we Welcome the Sun

In and out of Focus


It is interesting to note that I can only truly focus on what is close to me.

What is more distant becomes blurred, less articulate, more open to interpretation. 

On the other side of now...

Waiting for the Snow

Trying to fit a lot on our plate

and looking for a  moment of empty



Trying to Find Water

A Work in Process



Zan continues to make new pieces to add to the exhibition, here, in the collage gallery. 

Visitors can view her extraordinary masks and also see the materials and way that she uses them.

A reception will be held this Saturday, November 10th from 2 - 5 pm. 

Visit to see more.

Holding Possibility







                          What is empty?










             What is full?

Divine Order

When it Rains it Pours

Dia de los Muertos The Day of the Dead

Somewhere on an Island Far Away

                                                                                                                   The mystery plays on...



Trick or Treat








my head is somehow not connected to my body.

A giant puff ball with two little eyes looking out.

That is just how it is today.





Zan Redcrow takes us with her into the woods

and through her work introduces us

to those beings who dwell there.

Faces that look out at us

often without our knowing

hidden as they are

behind all that grows.



Work is on exhibit from today October 25 - November 24 in the Collage Gallery.


If only we could fly...

Feeding the pigeons


                                               The figures in the west Genesis Gallery have taken a walk to the east side

                                                              where the pigeons gather and the sun shines brighter.




A corduroy day

small hills and valleys settled with chill

not familiar yet

this morning sharpness

snaps cold fingers

in a call to attention

cutting through pretense and falsehood

only an arms length away.

An epidemic of such proportion that it infiltrates my dreaming

stirs itself into my first bitter sip

I can sometimes hear it whispered in the periphery of listening

to your calm reasoning.


Insects are intensely scary when they are swarming

a plague of locusts

are not anything like the grasshopper you find and hold in your hand

spellbound by the fine precision of its creation.

Mobs are the wasps that sting

so better not to get too close

but their wings, like the butterflies a thousand miles away

are causing the winds to lift the edges of our smooth flat sheets.

They may soon resemble sails with us on boats

we no longer know to navigate.


A corduroy day

with nap and ridges

like fur on the back of a fearful dog

reading the morning news. 



Alita ( truthful one)


I am learning to sculpt soap stone from a master

my first attempts are from his cut offs

small twisted bits resembling cashews

but larger

each one fitting inside the palm.


Where the saw blade severed them from the whole

that flat is now vertical

seven  heads standing in a row

small twisted mouths singing their hearts out


cashews don't sing


but they are compulsively delicious

and sculpting is quite compulsive

even more than cutting one's nails

filing the rough edges and a nose appears

or a forehead bevelled on the cusp

fingertips feel the smooth countenance appear

holding three dimensions in the hand.

An Excursion

Yellow door and a tailless black cat
we enter the day
striding up the slight incline
towards the car.
A purposeful departure towards coffee.

There are still puddles after the nights rain,
all else has been blown dry.
Autumn sun shines bright and rises late,
roses are still blooming at the café garden as we park.
No one is sitting outside.

We are on a mission
to pick up stone.
(notice the journey is not of one)
A highway destination
I navigate from the passengers seat,
turning my head to examine the pattern of balconies in the clouds,
reading the bill boards as they flash by.
An undulating fleet or army or troop all moving as one,
the Roman army on wheels peacefully invading Jerusalem
or the Spanish armada crossing the channel.
A  cinematic view of the expressway.

On the return
the vehicle is heavy with purchase
five unfinished sculptures in the back
carried in strong arms and laid on the floor in the gallery
waiting for hands to shape them into life.



Living Stone

    by Master Sculptor Floyd Kuptana


This piece was created in the 'beneath the stair' studio at Gallery Arcturus and was finished today.  It is on view for a limited time in the upstairs Kuptana Gallery which features his most recent sculptures and drawings. 

Singing the Japanese Blues

A little bit happy

a little bit sad

to be back




A Patch of Sun


I am sitting in a patch of sun

the only place I found today

to stop my pacing restlessness, from moving me around.

I don't need glasses

except to read  signs and headlines

the fine print and ingredients

price tags at the local second hand.


Some five dozen pairs of magnifiers

stashed on every floor

all dollar store zoom lensers.


It's a gift of age not to see the details

the shock of loose skin and spots,

which fade and tighten

when seeing hangs from a string 'round the neck.


What are we all trying to do?

Sweeping up the butts outside

picking up the shit.


trying to clean up the mess left behind

to create some semblance of beauty

some hint of order.

A lasoo or drawstring around what matters.


Sometimes hunger is demanding and insatiable

mostly it can be forgotten

lost in boredom or enthusiam

equally displaced.


Maybe we'll get a dog

I can't imagine what that will change

fear of complacency

barks on the inside and frightens what might be different away.


We are sitting on opposite sides

of a small table

or kitti corner

or lying like spoons in the bed

one end of the couch

or the other

driving fast forward

sometimes reverse.

It's a journey we are on, together.



between two worlds

the five faces of Floyd



Being your apprentice

I watch

what you had finished yesterday


in your fearless hands

soft agreements disagree

dangerous spinning blades

make time move faster

a lifetime

from birth to death

in minutes

and in the aftermath

something survives

with all its struggling




Taking Root, Here and There



Sae will be travelling to Japan and deborah will also go on a short trip at the same time.

We will continue to post our blogs but they may be somewhat erratic due to time differences. 


Exploring the Depths

Introducing our resident sculptor and rock star...


Floyd Kuptana occupying his studio under the front steps of the gallery,

where he is creating a new masterpiece while teaching me, his newest student, the tricks of the trade.

The Space Calls the Show

What began last week in the gallery as 'o v e r t u r n e d' has evolved to include 'Hortense and Hernan'

and has added the important quality of seriousness.

All the exhibits which take place in the gallery are a conversation, in the space, with the space and for the space.

It is the medium of the space which allows visitors to have an experience of something other.  

Ok, Let's get this over with

The Winds of Change are Blowing

Wondering which end is up?


                                          Part of a new installation in the main gallery entitled;- 'o v e r t u r n e d'


A little bit scary, a little bit risky



This image is telling the story that humans are part angel and part donkey (the horse is just pretending)

Sometimes the donkey is wild and crazy.

Sometimes there is balance and agreement between the parts. 

The Marriage of Dark and Light

The Secret is Out

Inspiration is a well kept secret

it just happens

Robot or Puppet?


                                                                                     feeling mechanical


Staying Afloat


Learning from those who went before

how to focus on what's  required,

pick up the oar and paddle.

It is the engagement with practical mundane tasks

that keep us independent and grounded. 


The Posture of Those Who Work

Let the Rain Fall

Spinning Towards the Present

Travelling Into the Past

We've Got the Second Hand Blues

the sound of one hand clapping


Call to Duty

What side of the bars am I on at any given day?

And why, I wonder, must I feel cornered before I can even know what skill or effort 

it is possible for me to make.


Life calls us to attend to life.


Family Reunion

An interesting cast of characters, four generations meeting for lunch.


Finding Language


It seems to me that language is as personal as perception. 

We can only describe what we know

and each of us must attempt to do that by whatever means we have available.

Creativity is an attempt to communicate. 



Inside the Room

tHe dePth of uNknowIng



Light and shadow create shapes

shapes create forms and landscapes

landscapes have roads that twist and curve and disappear into distances

and there is a sense that someone is watching all this

an observer who wonders and  sometimes questions

what is this all about? 


A Place I Want to Go To

Acts I , II and III

Three Days to Get Through



Meet you again on Tuesday.



Trying to Find the Line



Like blades of grass

to many to focus on a single one

a storm threatening but not arriving

beginnings but no completions

the line is there

but cannot be grasped

   just that kind of day. 


Finding a Rock

Today we went on a road trip 

to the Sculpture Supply Center 


To find a rock for Floyd to carve.

Stay tuned to see what emerges.



The Three Muskateers (in disguise)

Becoming the Space Between...

...I meet the centre

Leaning Towards the Center


Side by side

each coming from the opposite direction  

we come to know the centre as it is contained 

in the space between.




Today's Theatre



a box

tall enough to stand inside

one open pink umbrella for the roof

a lizard, a parrot, two giraffes and a bear


and no idea!

A Different Saturday Outing



                      We invite you to come to the reception for this exhibit this Saturday, July 14, from 2pm to 5pm 

Sorry, but today we're just exhausted

Opening a Box of Colour

Caprese Salad

Friends and Artists Together




Today was a day of many layers

laughter and tears

under a dark cloud

under a bright cloud

all of us around the table 

Eron, Vivian, deborah, Sae,

sitting, standing and dropping to our knees.

The Depth of Language



Each word is shaped by the meaning that it holds.

A word has a weight and a form.   

It can be obscure or transparent.

With curiosity it is possible to see into it and sense its many lifetimes.


 A word rarely stands alone but reflects the context in which it is placed.


Words are vehicles of travel 

carrying us towards understanding.

Ruled by Weather


"I have the ball"






Mood Indigo




sultry and passionate

From One to Many

Where's the Parade?

Looking for and Finding



'C U S T O D I A N S' is the new exhibit in the Collage Gallery.

The Colour of a Question



In asking a question, with no immediate answer, we enter into a place of unknown possibility.

In asking a question, with no immediate answer, the question may lead us home.


All the World's a Stage

And all the men and women merely players...



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


                                                                                   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

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