Whenever I go out to my parents’ cabin at Bel-Air, Man., I make a point of accessing the water directly from my aunt and uncle’s cabin, which is a waterfront property a couple of doors down, by way of the staircase they’ve constructed leading down to the rocky beach.
In her book Regarding the Pain of Others, Susan Sontag challenges the supposed authority of the photograph in transmitting the pain of others, reminding that a photo is fixed by a frame and that it always already contains a point of view.
If a value falls in a forest and nobody hears it, does it exist?
On educating others
We are not all sisters... and that's OK
Political correctness: the white man's burden
A society that values critical thinking over any sort of certitude or emotional reasoning produces a lot of cynics.
Growing pains might be to blame for the grim reality of the past few months in this city. In between the domino effect of business closures in the West End, and the media landscape quietly imploding, many of us have been feeling the pangs of adolescence right along with our city.
The inability to lift your own body weight is embarrassing, even crushingly so, without an audience. You can imagine then, my reaction to the suggestion of trying out an aerial fabrics class during Culture Days.
Whether Fifty Shades of Grey makes you sigh in ecstasy or bemoan the death of good taste is really irrelevant.
HutK sits at the corner of Princess Street, tucked neatly between the historic red-brick buildings of the Exchange District.
We here at The Uniter’s Arts & Culture section spend the better part of the year focusing on artists and the events that happen in the downtown area. From shows at the Lo Pub to exhibitions on the University of Winnipeg campus, there is a lot going on right here.
But where does this art and culture come from? Since nobody was born cool in the basement of the Royal Albert, we decided to find out what kind of great art was being made and what trends were happening all around Winnipeg.
Over the last two weeks, the world has watched the media roller coaster turned witch hunt that is Kony 2012.
Who are you in a room full of faces? A colour? A name? An ideal?
“So, what are you going to do with that?”
Well, it’s that time again. We’re hurtling towards the year’s end at breakneck speed and, according to the doomsayers, the apocalypse.
It seems that cycling is no longer restricted to just the hyper-athletic or low-income factions of society. It has, in recent years, been appropriated as the transportation of choice by the young, hip intelligentsia - much to the chagrin of those who “got there first.”
The artist’s clock does not run on eight-hour workdays; it is a fickle machine given to periods of static followed by volleys of energetic output.
How does a full-time teacher moonlighting as a musician wind up with a debut album produced by Canadian indie-godfather Hayden?
Times are tough for the arts. Let’s face it: funding is always cut in the first round of government purges. As such, the creative community is left to rally around itself.