Category: Art
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Empty Boots — A Remembrance Day Reflection
Over the summer, I began painting a pair of old boots — empty, scuffed, and softened with time — surrounded by a sea of poppies swaying gently in the wind. At first, it was just a way to release my sadness and frustration with the world — to pour it out through colour and form.…
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When Rejection Sparks Reinvention: A Story of Light, Loss, and Starting Again
The email came quietly — no fanfare, no warning.Just a few lines that landed like a dull thud in my inbox: my submission to the Mosaic Art Show hadn’t been accepted. I sat there, staring at the screen.Then at the two paintings leaning against the wall — Armour in Light and She Who Rises.The irony…
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Beautifully Unravelled at Festival Art Show
I first saw the call for submissions to the Festival Art Show at the St-Laurent Complex while sitting in the never-ending school pick-up line. You know the one—thirty cars deep, inching forward while you mentally juggle dinner plans, homework, and the fact you forgot to switch the laundry… again. Spots for the exhibit were limited, so I…
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A Heartfelt Thank You — ArtEast 2025
I’m still taking it all in. This past weekend @ArtEast_Ottawa Awards Exhibition was nothing short of surreal. To everyone who came out, shared a kind word, stood in front of my piece Hopeful, and took the time to connect—thank you. Your presence meant more than you know. Creating art is often a solitary process, but…
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The Weight of Exhaustion
She is unraveling. Slowly, like a thread pulled too hard, too long, until what was once seamless begins to fray. The weight of exhaustion presses into her bones, pools beneath her eyes, lingers in the hollow space between her ribs. She moves through the world like a ghost of herself, haunted by the person she…
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The Mask and the Mirror
At first, they were light—golden words, warm hands, a gaze that promised safety. They mirrored the desires she thought she knew, weaving a web of admiration that drew her in. In those early days, she believed every compliment was genuine, every smile sincere. But slowly, as the days stretched on, the vibrant veneer began to…
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A Quiet Defiance
She is porcelain on the outside—smooth, unshaken. A face sculpted in calm, eyes steady, lips pressed into something that resembles peace. They do not see the storm beneath her skin, the silent trembling of a heart unraveling thread by thread. Inside, she is all chaos. Thoughts swirl like ink in water, spreading, blurring, impossible to…