I didn’t even see the wolves when I first entered their space. My eyes were on the walls, scanning the canvases that hung there: two or three per wall, large canvases that commanded attention. The wolves were much smaller — slivers of sculpted steel, and not at all expected. How easy it is to miss … More Unsettled
“Landscape. I’d like to see more of the landscape,” I said to my generous hosts when they kindly asked what else I would like to see while I was visiting The Yukon recently. I could visit museums, wander around Whitehorse, sit by the mighty Yukon River that runs through their land. I would have … More Untidy, unruly, this is the landscape of my soul
I’ve been to prison a couple of times in my life; once in Canada, once in the United States. Both times, I walked in – and out – according to my own volition. I was free to enter, and free to leave. But I still felt the barb of the coiled wire fence. Each time … More Take freedom from prisoners, but give them dignity
Lynda MacGibbon 