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Poetic brain puke for all! Monday, April 25, 2011. Posted by Cold Canuck. Links to this post. Tuesday, November 10, 2009. Another pop culture identity video. Posted by Cold Canuck. Links to this post. Another video depicting the stupidity around shaping ones identity through popular forms of media D. Posted by Cold Canuck. Links to this post. Subscribe to Posts Atom. Can I scratch the inside of your skull? View my complete profile. Subscribe to my Brain Puke! Quotation of the Day. Follow me on Twitter.CONTENT
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Herein is a sharing of my creative process and experience in North Bay as Artist in Residence within the unique setting of a hospital through its ArtsHealth North Residency Program. The residency is from September 1 to November 11 2011. Wednesday, November 16, 2011. A small grouping of recurring motifs. Throughout my residency I have found these three images to have particular significance. Apart from the set of threes I also completed these 2 drawings in graphite and charcoal.
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Prose Poems, Posted Periodically. Saturday, April 30, 2011. On delicate sand I sing to no one. But myself who criticizes notes. Missed, almost captured by the voice. Which is lonelier by the minute. The water is peaceful, no argument. A lullaby I resist with all my strength,. Because I know that the stars.