Upcoming Exhibition

Slowly getting myself ready for some new/old work to be put on display, details to follow.

Here is a sample: 10 years of sketches made in the Cabbagetown neighbourhood where my studio is located.

Cabbagetown Nuit Blanche

The Cabbagetown Nuit Blanche will be here on the evening of October 3rd, where all should come to the park and help us find the fabled Cabbagetown Monster- not seen since 1979. Last seen, Ernest said he had glowing red eyes...who is Ernest? come to Riverdale farm and check us out, we have torches to help find the critter.

here is some places for more info:


Cabbagetown Nuit Blanche

Main Scotia Bank Nuit Blanche Info

Cabbagetown Festival

Ok, well with the Yoga Festival wrapped up, that means its time to get ready for the Cabbagetown Art and Crafts sale. My work will not be in the park, mind you, but I think I will put up some of my prints in front of my house for sale as the entrance to my place is a natural red brick walled gallery.

With an ice cream shoppe nearby, an added dimension.

So, if you are in the hood around Sept 11-13th, grab a coffee from Jet Fuel, stop by and say hello.

Oh, also, I am gonna try daily posts for this week which should prove to be interesting as I hope to create new work and exercise every day.

Dream big I guess.

Art-Yoga Art through Yoga 2009

Later this month, August 21st-23rd to be exact, there will be a Yoga throw down in Toronto. A yoga art throw down to be exact. My friend, Maggie O'Connor, yoga lady cabbagetown maven and the Union powerhouse, asked me to contribute art which would aid in contemplation-ish like practices, I chose this Holga image from Cuba from January of this year. I was standing on the beach after a storm and these clouds were there, as if to roll back time. It was intense and amazing relaxing.

Care to know about the Yoga festival? Click here. Maybe you can figure out the angry cobra move.

Cabbagetown Festival

The Cabbagetown Festival came and went. Basically, if you call rampant capitalism with very little to offer the consumer, then you would call this a festival. Don't get me wrong, people had a great time- just tables of crap for sale, everything all the junk someone keeps in their house (good) to dubious cooked sandwiches and this jerk selling a bike bell that he rang for 8 hours repeatedly (bad).


I just walked around with an old Yashica Twin Lens camera and took some shots, bumped into some friends and got annoyed at the "dragon drum" people as their drumming made the roof of my apartment vibrate in a menacing way, like it was seconds from collapsing Jericho styles.