The geese fly by, the clouds hang low. Sweat is dripping from my brow as I wipe it for the umpteenth time
As a child I never understood what was going on in the wider world outside my small, isolated community.
Recently I came across a podcast by the Anishinaabe comedian, writer and documentary maker Ryan McMahon, who spent a year investigating the spate of unexplained deaths of Indigenous youths in Thunder Bay for the Canadaland website
The stained cloth to clean up my watercolours had taken a beating again. The art teacher was complaining that the colours don’t mix.
Sometimes the world seems like such an upside down and negative place. I have to dig deep to find something to be positive and hopeful about
From the roof of the Nation’s building in Montreal – where we would sometimes escape for a smoke and a beer before building management took exception
The large space rocket blasts off into the heavens. It’s 1969 and the space race is on