Saturday, September 26, 2020


 After so many years of using this blog to share my stuff, I finally have become a real boy and have my own WEBSITE! 

Please visit from now on to check out what I am up to!! 

Thursday, March 12, 2020

My Magic Dreams Have Lost Their Spell - Music Video for Nick Storring

This video was created by me in 2019 for award-winning composer and long time friend Nick Storring, for the title track from his new album My Magic Dreams Have Lost Their Spell. The song draws both name and inspiration from Roberta Flack’s chilling rendition of “Sweet Bitter Love” by Van McCoy. My primary medium is collage, and stop motion animation using collage has proven a natural extension of my practice. I created this video in my basement using an iPhone, a free stop motion app, over 7000 photos and lots and lots of cut-outs. The video is about the city of Toronto (especially as a mecca of art and culture for those outside of it) and the experience of a young woman artist creating, trying and failing to make it in "the big city". Other themes include the erasure of identity, existence and experience by time and soft things being dominated and destroyed by strong things.

See More at National Sawdust  and Oh Es Tee.

Monday, February 18, 2019

You Don't Own Me

mother figures

last night i watched a meteor shower
and wished on every glowing trace
for us to be strong, and bright and pure
and for me to be shot like a light into space
i could almost outline the shadowy figure
i want to believe that we’ll win this race
and for you, our future, to come true
may the extra terrestrial firings grace
my heathen prayer from the observatory

to see your precious martian face

Sunday, February 17, 2019

Ladies Who Lurch

A Wing and a Prayer From Oprah
by Emmy and Ellie Anglin, written at Mother's Pizza in April 2018

O, Oprah, give us wings...

I'm praying that you'll give me my first public forum
but first forgive my sinful decorum

give me a wing - mild, BBQ or plain
and if you don't lift me up, I'll go insane

I know I'm acting like a common fan
but i want chicken so small it'll fit in my hand

If you won't make me famous at least give me wings
but of the two we prefer the first of these things

the first, figurative wings, will set our careers in flight.
the second, finely sauced, will at least set us up for the night

Between these two desires we are torn

but if you give us our own show, we'll give you our first born

Time Moves Both Ways

Time passed hard
And the task was the hardest thing she'd ever do
But she forgot
The moment she saw you
So it would seem to be true
When cruel birth debases, we forget
When cruel death debases
We believe it erases all the rest
that precedes
But stand brave, life-liver
Bleeding out your days
In the river of time
Stand brave
Time moves both ways
In the nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating
Joy of life
The nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating
Joy of life
The moment of your greatest joy sustains
Not axe nor hammer
Tumor, tremor
Can take it away, and it remains
It remains
And it pains me to say, I was wrong
Love is not a symptom of time
Time is just a symptom of love
- Time, As a Symptom of Love by Joanna Newsom

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

White Tears review

White Tears
By Hari Kunzru
Published in The Kitchener Citizen, October 2018

White Tears is the latest offering from author Hari Kunzru, who specializes
in “translit” -- a literary genre that seeks to collapse space and time while
maintaining narrative traction in the reader’s mind. Kunzru accomplishes
this so masterfully in White Tears that you will gladly surrender to his
ever-shifting reality.

Seth, our protagonist, is average in every way and therefore serves as a blank
screen on which other characters are crisply projected. The achingly cool (and
ultra rich) Carter Wallace is the focus of his attention, and takes him on the
coat-tail ride of his life to New York, where they become music producers.

Through Carter, we enter a world of record collectors: mostly white men who
are alienated by the present, and obsessively collect the past. The rarest and
most prized treasures are early blues records made by black slaves, ex-slaves
or descendants of slaves. It is not enough for Carter to listen to the music -- he
wants to own it, by any means necessary. He becomes increasingly unhinged
as he hunts down one record, the extremely rare and groundbreaking Graveyard
Blues by mythologized figure Charlie Shaw -- one we are not sure even exists.

When he at last gets his hands on it, the universe of the novel is flipped upside
down. Reality disintegrates and space, time, and sanity become fluid and shifting.
The book gains dizzying momentum, and you’ll find yourself devouring pages to
find what happens next. Kunzru shows how seemingly innocent acts of appropriation
are echoes of the total forms of violence they descend from. The collector’s desire to
own black music springs from the same well that fueled slavery. In the world of White
Tears, however, the would-be possessors come to be possessed themselves by the
ghosts of retribution. Dark secrets materialise, and the final pages sew everything
together neatly like an intricate quilt, as interlocking and systematic as oppression itself.

White Tears is an entrancing, fast-paced mystery full of twists and turns that feel at once revelatory and inevitable. But it is so much more than a great read -- it is a metaphysical examination of white privilege, cultural appropriation, and selfhood that in the end will leave you with the satisfying sense that justice has been served.

Amy Winehouse painting

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Ode to Amy Whinehouse

Unchained Melody

A cataclysmic cat eye
a bouffant too close to God
A missing tooth
and something else inside you
that made you reach out
even to the paps outside your flat
lunging in blood stained ballet flats
It made you cry for Blake
when YOU were the gold chain
YOU were the lioness
And something in you belted out
that last night
but they took the very wind from you
they printed something broken
tracked what Perez posted
something they could never have
in your final days
the way you swayed
with melting tar and melody
the amber, booze soaked memory
and leopard print bruises
from a trite bon mot
even after your passing
and a last resort in Bermuda
with your father and betrayer
and now you,

melt in her legacy.

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Sometimes Late At Night

"Sometimes Late at Night" by Agile Like This. Lyrics written and performed by Caroline Wesley, Music by Dan Schickerowsky, Video by Ellie Anglin.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Eat Me Famous

My newest zine, Eat Me Famous, co-created with Caroline Wesley, Ryan King, Dan Schickerowsky and Molly Patterson (and more!) is now available at Open Sesame in downtown Kitchener, or from me if you catch me on the street. Full of food/celebrity pun artwork and poetry, it's finger lickin' good honey!

Digital art for Pride Month!

Monday, January 8, 2018

Trixie Mattel

I try to branch out from drag art, but it pulls me back. Here is a new painting of Trixie Mattel, star of RuPaul's Drag Race, RuPaul's Drag Race All Stars 3, and The Trixie and Katya show.
This is on paper 11" x 14" paper in watercolour, india ink and with added sequins.


Working on a new zine/comic about working at the Library. Here is the cover.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Collages for Emilie

I made three collages out of old kids books, comics, and Disney books, some of which Danielle gave me, for her newest baby, with David, named Emilie! I hope she likes them!

Quilt for Andrea

In December of 2016 I started a quilt for my soon-to-be wife Andrea. I got a beautiful vintage ring for our wedding, and she didn't want anything other than the gold band from our engagement, but i wanted her to have a wedding gift too!  Unfortunately other art stuff took precedence, and it was intermittently put on the back burner, but I finally finished it, only a year later!  It's all made from batik fabric, which kind of reminds me of tie dye, which Andrea loves. the back is outer space fabric that she picked out, and I made a label and embroidered it with glittery thread.  Here it is!

Joyce theatre drawing, for Meagan

I went to NYC for the first time this year. I've always wanted to go but never have been able to, or never made it happen. I finally got there, with my best friend since high school Meagan Snyder, who was four months pregnant. We stayed in a great ram shackle hostel in Chelsea and we had the time of our lives. My favourite thing was just looking at buildings and people. One building I especially liked was this theatre right by our hostel that said JOYCE giant neon letters. I drew a picture of it for Meagan, whose Grandmother's name was Joyce, and will be giving her future daughter Joyce as a middle name.