Dry (Soft) Pastels on thin drawing paper; H-45cm x W-30cm I had a day in my curriculum that needed to be filled... it didn't want to start a new. lesson unit (project) right before the holidays, so I decided to have some fun and do some material exploration work while introducing an artist's work I … Continue reading Clyde – Inspired by Basquiat
From Twitter – The Words of Dr. Gabor Maté, by Naila Brown
Naila @BrownNaila “I’m personally a Holocaust survivor as an infant, I barely survived. My grandparents were killed in Auschwitz and most of my …From Twitter – The Words of Dr. Gabor Maté, by Naila Brown
Mosaic – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In Montreal, the streets are paved with poetry. The air is thick with the sweet scent of maple syrup and the sound of languages intermingling like a symphony. To see this city's cultural mosaic, one must walk the streets with eyes wide open. The old architecture, steeped in history, tells the stories of a city … Continue reading Mosaic – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Prohibition – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
in the roaring twenties of old Montreal, amidst the glitz and glamour of the city, prohibition was but a mere suggestion, a whispered rumour, a hushed secret. The streets were alive with the sound of jazz, the rhythms of the underground clubs, where bootleggers peddled their forbidden wares, and the bold and daring flouted the … Continue reading Prohibition – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
The Golden Age of Theatre – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In the bustling city of Montreal, where the St. Lawrence River flows with a swift current, the theatre scene was ablaze with a golden age. The year was 1937, and the streets were alive with the sounds of jazz and the vibrant energy of actors, playwrights, and directors. In those days, there were no fewer … Continue reading The Golden Age of Theatre – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
1919, when the lights were dark red – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In 1919, Montreal's Red Light district was a veritable den of iniquity, a place where vice and temptation thrived in the shadows of the city. The streets were alive with the sounds of jazz music and the scents of cheap perfume, sweat, and lust. In the dimly-lit alleyways, men prowled like hungry wolves, seeking the … Continue reading 1919, when the lights were dark red – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Israel-Palestine Conflict: Why Criticism Isn’t Anti-Semitism
I really didn’t want to make this because it’s getting nasty out here but this has to be said. Whether you’re pro-Israel or pro-palestine, there’s no…Israel-Palestine Conflict: Why Criticism Isn’t Anti-Semitism
Free Palestine. Stop killing innocent kids, boys and girls, innocent civilians
https://www.dci-palestine.org/year_in_review_2018_reigned_deadly_force_on_palestinian_children https://www.middleeasteye.net/news/israel-palestine-…Free Palestine. Stop killing innocent kids, boys and girls, innocent civilians
Palestine
“The apartheid state of Israel is all about caging the Palestinians, until they die a slow death or leave. It’s pure ethnic cleansing, occupation and…Palestine
Imagining the Unseen in Dorchester Square – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Beneath the bustling streets and towering buildings of Montreal, there might lie a relic of a time long past. Is it the old Sainte-Antoine Cholera Cemetery, tucked away beneath the Dorchester Square? Here, in the quiet darkness, the ghosts of a bygone era still linger, their silent whispers echoing through the shadows. The air is … Continue reading Imagining the Unseen in Dorchester Square – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
The New Renaissance Mindset 