Welcome aboard the TransLink Vancouver Seabus, my favourite way to cross the Burrard Inlet. The 12-minute scenic ride takes me from Waterfront Station in downtown Vancouver to Lonsdale Quay in North Vancouver. Each ferry can seat up to 195 passengers at a time and departs every 15 minutes during the day, in sunshine orContinue reading “Honouring the Chinook Salmon”
Category Archives: Vancouver Artists
The Eloquence of Silence
I have been away from blogging for a few months but my research into mythology continued over the summer. I have been listening to Professor Grant L Voth’s lectures on Myth in Human History, obtained through that marvelous institution, the Vancouver Public Library. It is wonderful to be back connecting with fellow bloggers. A fewContinue reading “The Eloquence of Silence”
Nothing Which Comes Stays…
Remember my May 3rd post? Her jacket pockets turned inside out releasing fears of the colour blue…has disappeared. The words vanished as mysteriously as they appeared. The memories remain and we move on… “In this world of change, nothing which comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost.” Anne Sophie Swetchine(1782-1857)
You never know who you will run into….
I met the Blue and White Warrior on the corner of Granville & Burrard. What a surprise to see the tall, stately Terracotta figure presiding majestically over the intersection. And where there is one, there are others waiting to be found. You’re invited to join me on Chasing Art ! We have limited time toContinue reading “You never know who you will run into….”
The Birds by Myfanwy MacLeod
There are birds in Vancouver’s Olympic Village at the Southeast False Creek Plaza, 1 Athletes Way. Not the ordinary kind that flutters in the air currents above – The Birds prefer to guard the earth with their 18 foot (5.5 metres) presence. Vancouver artist, Myfanwy MacLeod transformed the common sparrow into something extraordinary. “The BirdsContinue reading “The Birds by Myfanwy MacLeod”
Her jacket pockets turned inside out…
Her jacket pockets turned inside out releasing fears of the color blue… There’s a story here – not certain what it is, but it interests me. Art is around us, created when we’re not looking. The words appeared mysteriously under the Cambie Street Bridge the week of April 26th. Remnants of equipment were left behindContinue reading “Her jacket pockets turned inside out…”
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