On colour as nostalgia — and why I still paint home.
The Saint Lucian light follows me into Oshawa winters. Here is how it shows up on the canvas — and why I refuse to correct it.
Read the pieceIssue Twenty-Four · Spring 2026
Slow writing from an Oshawa studio — on Saint Lucia, colour, the Symphony Series, and the work in between.
The Saint Lucian light follows me into Oshawa winters. Here is how it shows up on the canvas — and why I refuse to correct it.
Read the pieceThree canvases are leaving the Oshawa studio this spring for the Audi Showroom and Orange Grove Plaza. A note on packing paintings for home, and the nerves of showing beside Alwyn St. Omer.
Read moreA man, a woman, a string instrument — sometimes a child. The composition is never the same twice. Here is how the three beings find their way onto canvas, layer by layer.
Read moreIn 2016 I hung the first Symphony paintings at the Saint Lucia Jazz and Arts Festival. Ten years later, here is what that opening still teaches me about showing new work in public.
Read moreMy women are not decorative, and they are not soft. Sometimes they blur into men. A short note on who keeps showing up in the paintings, and why I stopped apologising for it.
Read moreWhen the light goes grey and the tubes of acrylic feel cold, I pick up the pen. Ink is what keeps the hand honest through an Ontario winter.
Read moreThe Creole festivals don't live in photographs for me. They live in smell, song, and the exact coral of a frangipani at four in the afternoon. This is how I translate that onto canvas.
Read moreJohn Robert Lee wrote poems after my paintings, and Mahanaim published the book in 2016. A decade later, I re-read it and thought about what a collaboration actually costs, and gives.
Read moreI made the cover of issue 31 in April 2024. The published interview is the version I was ready to share. This is the footnote — the things I kept back, and why they matter now.
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