Every Monday is a standing Le Falco work date with my creative partner. Boasting an esthetic of clean lines, polished concrete, natural wood accents, and exposed incandescent lighting, it’s hard not to develop a crush. Designed with designers in mind, complete with broad communal worktables, this eyrieis the perfect place to rekindle your work ethic, tucked in the heart of Montreal’s Mile End.
In New York, it’s not uncommon to see ‘rat stations’ peppered throughout restaurant districts, intended to put a dent in the population of city pests. In Deshnoke, India, I had to leave my shoes at the door when I entered Karni Mata Temple, a rat station of an entirely different purpose. In Deshnoke, rats are revered as bearers of special blessings and deity favor, which you can curry yourself by purchasing holy food, “Prasad”, and maneuvering barefoot through rodent-filled hallways, to brush with the supernatural.
Embroidered truths. Joani Trembley‘s repetitious meditations on all things small, delicate, and seemingly biomorphic, illuminate fractals of the everyday. A sweet attention to the importance of marveling at the universe, her musings leave your mind stimulated with the same wonder of discovering patterns emerge from falling snow, or those that play on the surface of water.
Hark! A vagrant. Kate Beaton’s illustrations take familiar history and popular culture for an irreverent ride. Strong female characters herald the end of sexism in assless chaps, while Brown Recluse Spider-Man, and ‘Dude Watchin with the Bronte Sisters,’ will have you choking on laughter at work.
I draw confessions. Things I can’t or won’t say out loud find a voice on paper in the form of anamorphic avatars. A bit of a wanderer, my work has influences from living in the north, on the west coast, New York and Montreal. Horse headed women cavort with wasps that carry human teeth, while disembodied hands engage in an intimate clasping of beak and tongue, inviting the viewer to taste, to touch, to feel.