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Deanna Musgrave: Expressing The Ephemeral, The Intangible, The Invisible

Art is a lot like religion. It’s an expression of our perception  of the world around us. Some is very deliberate, with a strong sense of tradition, finding comfort in long-established rules. Some is created in opposition to those rules, and some, like wild shamans, are happy to find a basis in their own unique experiences. What becomes apparent when you spend time talking with artists, is that, whichever the case, that perception, and the expression of it, is vivid, sacred, and compulsory.  So when asking Deanna Musgrave about her artistic process, it wasn’t surprising when she began working out my astrological profile. Continue reading Deanna Musgrave: Expressing The Ephemeral, The Intangible, The Invisible →

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Krista Hasson Gathers No Moss

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It wouldn’t be fair to call Krista Hasson a painter. It’s too limiting. She’s an autodidact with the barely contained energy of a small star. It gives the impression that at any moment you might be engulfed in a supernova as she reinvents herself in a new medium;  consumed in the sound and the fury. Fortunately, as Krista is quick to point out, she’s also a goofball. Continue reading Krista Hasson Gathers No Moss →

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Dale Cook: The Tell-All Story

Mother’s Day is fast approaching, and for everyone who has felt the need to point out that writing an article is nothing compared to the labour of love involved in carrying around a tiny developing human for ten months, here you have it. Ten months in, and finally the first chance I’ve had to write about my favourite artist, and undoubtedly The East’s greatest supporter, my own dear mother, Dale Cook. Continue reading Dale Cook: The Tell-All Story →

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Jill Higgins: Artist and Architect

“You’re lucky, we actually had a chance to clean,” Jill Higgins says humbly as she leads me through an obviously immaculate home and into her office studio. For the moment, it’s a private oasis dedicated to  Jill’s work as an architect and an artist; draft table in one corner, and a monstrous easel in the other, two juxtaposed pillars of work and play. But there is a child-sized easel  tucked away in there, and noises of active family life in the nearby kitchen hint at the fragility of that solitude. “You can join them if you like,” Jill jokes at my apparent jealousy as her kids head out to Beavers for the evening, “I’m sure you can borrow someone’s buggy and race it.” Continue reading Jill Higgins: Artist and Architect →