“It’s all about bridging the gap, about humanizing stories and allowing people to feel connected with people that they feel at odds with, that they feel different from, maybe a little bit afraid of as well.”
Read More“A journey through decolonization, and into Indigenous Futurism, where the land’s future is a cyclic return to its past […] The experience was eight minutes long, and yet its imagining of a different future and the poignancy of the message had an effect that many could not have if they took hours.”
Read MoreThe horrors of ANTHROPOCENE are very real, but so are the glimmers of hope. We are, as the filmmakers insist, all implicated, but we are also capable of enacting positive change.
Read MoreThe Museum of Forgotten Triumphs is both sharply specific to the Bosnian experience and universal in its themes, making it impressively versatile and a necessary film to watch. Something in the film will speak to you.
Read More“I got really into the idea of witnessing what landscape can tell us about human history, and how people have utilized, abused, or taken the land they live on for granted.”
Read MoreSarah Davidson works between drawing and painting to investigate the interconnected organisms of the natural world. She holds a BFA from Emily Carr, and is currently earning an MFA from the University of Guelph.
Web Editor Sarah chatted with Sarah Davidson about the conversation between science and art, plant cognition, and some killer book recommendations. Enjoy!
Read MoreThis list of film suggestions finds us already in the midst of the Vancouver Queer Film Festival. Now is as good a time as ever to acquaint yourself with the fest’s excellent programming and artists! If you’re feeling lost and unsure of where to start, look no further; we’ve compiled a list of choices to point you in the right direction.
Read MoreOnce the dog stops howling I notice the ants. They’re climbing up my legs, across my stomach and into the styrofoam container holding my burrito. I would later inadvertently transport at least a dozen of the busy creatures into my apartment. But in that moment, reclining on a hill of brown, scratchy grass, the sun trust-falling slowly backwards into the arms of the far side of earth as Aaron Read and I pour various hot sauces onto our dinners—I don’t mind.
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