Precarity: the breath
Breath is not subject to precarity. Or, at least, not usually. Acknowledging grief—embracing it even—can sometimes precipitate a precarious state of mind. But...
Read MoreBreath is not subject to precarity. Or, at least, not usually. Acknowledging grief—embracing it even—can sometimes precipitate a precarious state of mind. But...
Read MoreTime runs through me these past days, getting caught up on those crazy points of tension that I collect in various locations all over me, and still, lighting up moments...
Read MoreIt’s a perfectly November day. The sun keeps trying to peek out from behind the steel-grey clouds, only to be pushed away again. But the light leaks out anyhow,...
Read MoreIt’s been a busy month. Which one isn’t? So interesting to be figuring out how much time to spend in which city, on which project or with which...
Read MoreIt’s been a busy few weeks. Just got back from Portugal, Toronto, Ottawa, Montreal. Some days were a little foggier than others. International Digital...
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