Time seems to be increasingly scarce. How does anyone manage to cram everything they want to do into a life. I wish I could work until two and wake up at seven-thirty feeling refreshed and satisfied every day, but it’s impossible. I have tried, and by Wednesday I’m incapable of anything short of staring into […]Read more "FOCUSED INTENT"
I have been reading this massive 1000 page biography of John Steinbeck (written by Jackson J. Benson, who is a hell of writer in his own right). Steinbeck is my favourite writer. It seems very presumptuous to say, but perhaps you have felt this way as well: there is a comfort in reading an artist’s biography, […]Read more "CLEAN MANUSCRIPTS"
their possessions other people’s possessions things they would like to possess TV shows places they’ve been broad sweeping sociological forecasts about those places based on a handful of micro-interactions their romantic relationships (partners discussed as possessions) current renovations desired renovations cosmic-level political forecasts based on 10 second soundbites they heard on the radio on their […]Read more "WHAT PEOPLE TALK ABOUT"
The hoarfrost was perched beautifully on the trees the other day as Tom and I drove to Red Deer. Everything was crystalline and precious in the delicate cold of the encroaching winter. We were sent to film a construction site. As usual, we set about finding the beauty in its quotidian brutality. This is not […]Read more "HOARFROST"
“‘It wasn’t Indians that were important, nor adventures, nor even getting out here. It was a whole bunch of people made into one big crawling beast. And I was the head. It was westering and westering. Every man wanted something for himself, but the big beast that was of them wanted only westering. I was […]Read more "WESTERING"
It is the night of November 8th, 2016 and Tom and I are driving to Calgary for work. When we leave Edmonton the world is one way, and by the time we get to Calgary it is another. We wonder if we have taken a wrong turn somewhere and mistakenly travelled back in time. We […]Read more "LOVE // HATE"
DRH: How do you know when a painting is finished? NEIGHBOUR: I don’t really. DRH: So what’s the impetus to move on to another one? Boredom? NEIGHBOUR: I guess I call it finished when I feel in my gut that it is as best as it can be. Like if I do anymore I will wreck it. Sometimes they […]Read more "I TALK TO MY NEIGHBOUR ABOUT ART"