I heard of an altercation between man and animal over the radio the other day. This man, acting on his impulses to be at one with nature, built his house in the mountains. To protect himself from the wildlife that inevitably pay him a visit in search of food, he installed traps around [...]

To create movement from paint and brush strokes is no easy feat. I have tried to no avail to perfect my skills in this regard. It is therefore not surprising that Austrian artist Herbert Brandl’s work floored me entirely. Majestic and visceral, they are rich with allusions to exuberant natural forces and [...]

ONE cannot choose but wonder. Will he ever return? It may be that he swept back into the past, and fell among the blood-drinking, hairy savages of the Age of Unpolished Stone; into the abysses of the Cretaceous Sea; or among the grotesque saurians, the huge reptilian brutes of the Jurassic times. He [...]

Conflict involves opposing parties. When there is a war between two countries, the two are involved in a conflict. They will perhaps lure their allies into the conflict, and all sides will suffer casualties. We cry for the casualties and decry the war. Do we ever cry for the battlefield? [...]

I recently tried my hand at typing on a typewriter - it forces you to exert a lot more pressure than you would when performing the same task on your computer keyboard. I was amazed at how closely typing on a typewriter parallels the playing the piano. I am a classically-trained pianist, albeit [...]

Vancouver is a very young city. Some are of the opinion that, since Vancouver has seen so little history, it is void of personality and characteristic. Perhaps so. With only a few truly outstanding works of architecture, the Vancouver cityscape does seem rather dull. However, have you ever really paid attention [...]

In my youth, I always wondered what it would be like to be God; to be omniscient and to have a bird’s eye view of all that is around me - a snow globe of sorts. After all, the earth is spherical and rotates all day long… It would certainly be most amusing [...]

“I’ve come to visit the painter Jorge Cardarelli in his spacious studio in the Chamberi neighbourhood of Madrid… I met Cadarelli about eleven or twelve years ago… Being born in 1971, he was very young then. He had just held, or was about to hold, his first individual exhibition in the nearby [...]

It was a beautiful, crisp September morning as I looked up from my Wall Street Journal to watch the sunrise over the East River. It was a peaceful moment, a pause to reflect on the beauty of the landscape and my place in life. That was the first thing I remember about 9/11, [...]

I live very much inside my head. In there, I can create my own phastasmagoric realities, a universe vibrant with life, void of strife. Emancipation was the only reason I paid little attention in class. Yet, as I aged, I gradually, unbeknownst to even myself, physical realities grounded my hypothetical possibilities. [...]