Category Archives: Visual Arts

Proximity Fine Art

Proximity Fine Art

It’s a most unlikely location for a gallery – the upper floor of a marina overlooking Stony Lake. Carveth’s Marina is the classic cottage country marina we all know and love, stocked with cottage sundries – ice cream, newspapers, candy

Proximity Fine Art

Proximity Fine Art

It’s a most unlikely location for a gallery – the upper floor of a marina overlooking Stony Lake. Carveth’s Marina is the classic cottage country marina we all know and love, stocked with cottage sundries – ice cream, newspapers, candy

Graffiti Photo by Ann Jaeger

Murals: the Good, the Bad, the Ugly

No one can dispute that art is subjective. This makes it singularly challenging to select work for a public art project that is on par with high-quality art, withstands the test of time, and speaks to, and on behalf of,

Graffiti Photo by Ann Jaeger

Murals: the Good, the Bad, the Ugly

No one can dispute that art is subjective. This makes it singularly challenging to select work for a public art project that is on par with high-quality art, withstands the test of time, and speaks to, and on behalf of,

Detail of painting by Avery Morris

Drool

The intimate black box theatre that is the Theatre on King is a departure from the white cube that we usually associate with a gallery. But it’s the chosen venue for Drool, an exhibition of eight young artists. Alana Batten, Anwyn

Detail of painting by Avery Morris

Drool

The intimate black box theatre that is the Theatre on King is a departure from the white cube that we usually associate with a gallery. But it’s the chosen venue for Drool, an exhibition of eight young artists. Alana Batten, Anwyn

Meryl McMaster - Weight of the Shadow

Review: Meryl McMaster – Wanderings

There are many points of entry into Wanderings, Meryl McMaster’s exhibition at Artspace: Indigenous, feminist, fine art photography, media arts, performative, sculptural, interdisciplinary, Surrealist, multi-cultural, self-portrait, land-based, anthropomorphic, craft / material arts, post-literate. The young Ottawa-based artist is one to

Meryl McMaster - Weight of the Shadow

Review: Meryl McMaster – Wanderings

There are many points of entry into Wanderings, Meryl McMaster’s exhibition at Artspace: Indigenous, feminist, fine art photography, media arts, performative, sculptural, interdisciplinary, Surrealist, multi-cultural, self-portrait, land-based, anthropomorphic, craft / material arts, post-literate. The young Ottawa-based artist is one to

Peterborough Drawmg Club

1st Annual Artspace Book & Zine Fest

Maybe it’s precisely because my parents wouldn’t let me have comic books as a kid that I became such a lover of book arts. For some reason, a well-worn Wonder Woman comic remained the sole literary presence in a rarely used

Peterborough Drawmg Club

1st Annual Artspace Book & Zine Fest

Maybe it’s precisely because my parents wouldn’t let me have comic books as a kid that I became such a lover of book arts. For some reason, a well-worn Wonder Woman comic remained the sole literary presence in a rarely used

Laurel Paluck

Laurel Paluck

Spending an afternoon with Laurel Paluck is like running away to join the circus. She’s Glinda the Good Witch, with a dash of Lili Marlene, a Pied Piper in a top hat often encountered with a merry band of festooned,

Laurel Paluck

Laurel Paluck

Spending an afternoon with Laurel Paluck is like running away to join the circus. She’s Glinda the Good Witch, with a dash of Lili Marlene, a Pied Piper in a top hat often encountered with a merry band of festooned,

Sketch for Storm Cloud Mid-May by John Cli

John Climenhage – Terre Sauvage: The Topology of Anamnesis

So you’re on a highway and this highway is the only way to get to where you’re going. And yet you know you will never actually get there. Sometimes the fog rolls in and it’s so damn thick that the

Sketch for Storm Cloud Mid-May by John Cli

John Climenhage – Terre Sauvage: The Topology of Anamnesis

So you’re on a highway and this highway is the only way to get to where you’re going. And yet you know you will never actually get there. Sometimes the fog rolls in and it’s so damn thick that the