How Should Public Art Be Chosen?
RICHARD WHITE The artist, public art gallery curator and public art juror says HIRE AN ART CURATOR While most new public art flies under the radar, every once in a while a piece of public art is [...]
Art Spaces
Art Spaces
Born in Romance
Peter grew up in Banff, the son of a pioneering family (then the “Whites”). His father, Dave White, first worked for the CPR and then in 1894 acquired, through an unpaid debt, a hardware, grocery [...]
Room to Create
As dancers leap, stretch and creep across the floor of one of the studios in the new Decidedly Jazz Danceworks space, they appear as silhouettes against a bright downtown backdrop visible through [...]
Creative Space
A half-assembled Lego set sprawls across a table in the office lunchroom. A mural spanning a brick wall depicts androgynous silhouettes in various poses—typing, singing, thinking, napping, [...]
A Cabin in the Woods
Christopher Wiseman, accomplished Calgary poet and author of nine books, explains the problem of writing at home: “At home, there is always something to be done. Phone goes. E-mails ask me for [...]
Turning Earth into Art
The auctioneer only mentions the word Medalta and the bidding gets serious. Medalta is synonymous with the pottery of yesteryear, storage crocks, bean pots and mixing bowls—the stuff of life. [...]
By Les Graff
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The Plans to Strip-Mine Coal in the Mountains
It looks like spectacular wild country, but some see it more as a big money sandwich.
The top layer of that sandwich is comprised of alpine grasses, forget-me-nots and stonecrop, glacier lilies and ancient, brave pines whose branches have been gnarled and weathered by centuries of wind. In summer, solitaires and ...
Herd Memory
On a cold day in February, I flew over the tightly knit stands of black spruce and jack pine in northwestern Alberta, straining my eyes below, eager to catch sight of a woodland caribou. My dad, a wildlife biologist, called them the “grey ghosts” of the boreal. Woodland caribou have ...
The Big Man in Cargo Shorts
Leonard was the first to find him. The man was face down in the school’s outdoor learning space, next to a planter of basil. He was fat, his calves the size of a turkey dinner, his hair a gnarled mess of seaweed. Leonard wondered if the man was dead and ...