Arts & Culture

Being whizzed through realities in a trillion tiny pieces at the speed of thought is an indescribable experience. Think about it for a moment and you may remember it, though I'm doubtful. But think...

Nothing is stable . . . Not a thought, nor whim, nor prayer. Too many inexpressible feelings. I stomp the ground. Ahh there it is . . . stability. I stomp again. And again. Reality frays. Nothing is...

April 30 might still be more than a month away, but with a plethora of papers and final exams between now and then, the date is going to come up faster than you think....

To make art is at once challenging and satisfying, like completing a puzzle. One of life's great pleasures is to stand back and look at something that you have made, something that was not...

Artist Frank Mikuska describes his teenage self as a “natural delinquent.” His older brother had been killed while working at an electricity company in Winnipeg, and his parents were adamant that Frank pursue a...

I shut out all the lights, sat down behind my desk, the little one facing the window in the far corner of the room, and lit two tea lights, as is my custom. I...

Drop-jawed and dead-eyed, they sat soundless, and stared. It was employee #3263827, the “Arts Editor,” who spoke first, in a halting voice. “Do you have thing. Um... that thing.” The response from employee #5516342, the...