The Rules of Art?
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The Rules of Art?

I love a good question mark. It was a dismal, late winter morning when I saw the sign outside the Museum for an art exhibition called The Rules of Art? As it had been a very long time since I’d visited a gallery and I had some time to myself that morning, I stepped inside,…

Nitekirk
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Nitekirk

Picture a still, quiet, spacious church late in the evening. The chairs have been rearranged, making open spaces and clusters of seating. In the centre of the sanctuary, there is an arrangement of candles, their collected light drawing the eye. Some people are sitting quietly and others walk slowly through the space, stopping at an…

Messy October
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Messy October

A young couple has bought the house next door and they’ve spent the end of the summer taking it apart. I feel as if there should be a banner flying somewhere over our street: everything must go! Curtain rods and carpets, sliding doors, mirrors and the bathtub, all the kitchen cabinets and the sink and…

Walking by faith
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Walking by faith

“And do you have everything you’re going to need today?” Last September, my middle child started high school, and his big sister decided he was going to be organized. She was going to make sure of it. Every morning last year, she ran through a checklist with him, making sure he had his lunch –…

Painting time

Painting time

When I was a child, we owned an oil painting like something from the Old Testament. It hung darkly over the green chesterfield in the living room, its complicated gold frame both beautiful and worrisome. On days when I was home from school with a bad cold, I would lie on that chesterfield, looking up…

Roses over the wall

Roses over the wall

This is a good month for roses in my neighbourhood. On our walks, we seem to be continually surprised by the masses of heavy velvet heads framing doorways and gateways, and the lush greenery reaching high against brick walls. The breeze shifts and the fragrance reaches us, sweet, almost nostalgic but fresh and alive, too,…