The artist as a child A place to let my imagination run wild How I Got Here Terry Pamplin I did not want to be born. I was content to remain awash in the comfort of my mother’s belly. I was three weeks late according to my mother’s doctor, Doctor Odd, but the world’s timetables
How pointing a lens at something changes it When you measure something, you change it. The cruder the instrument you use to measure, the more you change the thing you’re measuring. Think of a tire pressure gauge. When you stick the gauge on the valve, it hisses and lets some air out. By trying to
(Yeah, see you around) Old Town Versifier: Anthony Foliot She’s thinking about leaving, but she’s not sure what she’ll do, perhaps the daily grind has got her down. She’s thinking ‘bout leaving, and she sure is feeling blue, and wonders if it’s time to leave this town. So I told her that it’s crazy and
EDGEitorial In a move worthy of a dictatorship in some distant banana republic, the Northwest Territories unelected premier, cabinet, and a handful of MLAs in what passes for the official opposition in the territory’s sorry pantomime of consensus governance have voted to extend their term in office, likely until sometime in 2016. The gang of
The game’s changed a bit from this time, when kids grabbed their sticks – sometimes carved from a crooked willow branch – and boots and anything handy for goalposts. Traffic always gave us the right of way, and if we didn’t have pucks or balls, there was always a good supply of frozen dog turds
by Brad Heath The North grasps a different hold on each of us; some stay briefly and others for a lifetime. Then there are people such as science fiction author Hayden Trenholm who physically move away, but leave their creative spirit forever linked. The former Yellowknifer is a self-described jack-of-all-trades: publisher, editor, playwright, novelist, writing
Unconditional love is hard to find; yet it’s the one thing we need most of all. It gets lost in our everyday lives as we worry more about creating an impression and making money than being kind, and loving the people around us. We don’t realize how self-centered we’ve become or what’s missing until it’s
YK Painter Jennifer Walden connects the world with the wild Jennifer Walden, the 38-year-old, Toronto-born painter who has made Yellowknife home since 2002, is on a roll. Together with her two young children, she spent the winter in Florence, Italy studying figure and fresco painting while her largest exhibition, “The Land at the End of
While living in Montreal I worked on a series of portraits of people involved in urban agriculture initiatives. I was inspired by the creative ways in which these people were educating others, growing food and challenging the current model of large-scale agriculture. They were all passionate about their work and willing to spend time with
Dook’s Look Back Nineteen-seventy was a big year for Yellowknife. The Royal Family was coming to help us celebrate the centenary of the Northwest Territories. The Royal Family! Or at least most of them – the Queen, her husband Prince Phillip; jug-eared, but interestingly single heir to the throne Charles, and his teenage sister Anne,
Old Town, 1960s The Liquor Store, the Government Building, and the Rex Cafe Could easily be walked to, along the new Causeway. And so I set out walking, all jaunty and carefree Then found myself in the Rex Cafe for their Valentine’s Day Tea. There was Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Smith, there’s Mrs. Murphy too…
Releasing my inner gladiator at the mic Six years ago I was a newbie musician in YK. I was playing in various groups, learning a lot, and gradually merging my life with the music and arts community one way or another. For quite a while I was a sideman or session musician – helping out
tale by Jim Green | illustration by Alison McCreesh (for Jimmy McLean) Jimmy Jesus was running he was running just as hard as he could Goddamn well run slamming out of the Gold Range wheeling down the dark alley humping up over the black rock stumbling through Willow Flats across Franklin Avenue by Johnson’s keeping
Tales from the 45th Street alley by Thomas Parker | illustrations by Katie O’Beirne “Yellowknife’s a dog town,” is a statement I’ve heard before. Most pet owners in this town have chosen the dog: the loop-tailed husky, the affectionate lab, and even the little lap dogs. Yellowknife has a dog park and dog poop bins,
This historic building near pilot’s monument was demolished this past autumn with little fanfare or notice from the community. It was purely by chance that I took the first photo of the house before any work had begun. Once I noticed that it was about to be , I returned on several occasions to document