When I was young, my father went away for one week with a group of his townsmen to a hunting lodge east of Huntsville near Algonquin Park.
My Canada, 50/150: Gone to the dogs
One of the canine members of our family is pure Canuck: A Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever.
My Canada, 49/150: Coins of the realm
Noted designers are often commissioned to create new coin designs to commemorate milestones in Canadian history.
My Canada, 48/150: The local art crop
Some places have richer creative soil than others, encouraging a bumper local arts crop.
My Canada, 47/150: Totems of art
My particular favourite is The Raven and the First Men, a central installation at the Museum of Anthropology at UBC.
My Canada, 46/150: The everywhere art of Michael Snow
I know Michael Snow for his unerring ability to create sculpture that engages people who might not normally think that art is for them.
My Canada, 45/150: Art for an accelerated culture
I read early reports about the exhibition, noting it included Lego structures and trash-heap-bits-become-“art” assemblages: stuff that normally set off a “wanker” alarm bell in my brain.
My Canada, 44/150: A piercing domestic light
Especially early in her career, critics dismissed Mary Pratt’s work as being “just” paintings of food and kitchens and domestic life. Technically competent still lifes. Nothing more.
