Dive into the archives.

  • “Its four in the morning, the end of December.”

    While last minute knitting, baking and painting prevented me from saying so any sooner, I do hope everyone had a fun and happy holiday, and that the hangover fades in plenty of time to ring in 2010.

    Twenty-two Veghs vs. Cheese Santa. I think Santa lost.
    While I’m typically slack at posting this time of year, […]

  • Writing in the snow

    Despite this blog’s title, neither of the two links I’m about to throw out here have anything to do with writing your name in the snow by urinating, so if you’re looking for that, you’ll have to try somewhere else.
    But if you’re any sort of writer, and especially the sort of writer toiling away north […]

  • The most wonderful time of the year

    I apologize for the lack of hardcore art action on this blog lately, as life in the wake of grant applications and launching towards Christmas has left me busy as a… well.

    Stephanie Vegh, Age of Enlightenment (Rome: The Final Goal), 2009. Watercolour pencil on extracted book pages.
    And while the idea of flying off to Rome […]

  • The dubious value of art education

    Now that we’re entering that time of year when various college and university art programs are cranking back into gear alongside their closed-for-August gallery counterparts (and the time of year when I’ll be reassessing my weekly schedule to include drop-ins at McMaster University’s senior-level art critiques on Thursdays), it seems fitting to have a think […]

  • It’s Friday…

    …and I’m once again heading northward to a rural patch of Ontario devoid of internet access, which is really something of a blessing.
    Before I hit the road, here’s a road trip far more expansive and engaging than the one I’m about to take up the 400: David Lynch’s Interview Project. The online documentary tracks the […]

  • Glowering down on James North

    Given that I woke up this morning musing on what I might find to blog about today (lest I suffer further admonishments from the big brother in Whitby), I should have been pleased to see a big shiny Spectator article laid open on the dining room table. Perhaps the problem was getting hit at my […]