Throughout the week of March 3, the MOA, along with the Anvil Centre in New Westminster, hosted the 19th Coastal Dance Festival. The festival’s program brought together Indigenous artists from all over Canada — as well as Sámi guests from Norway — for a series of performances, artist sharing sessions and film screenings.
The Slow Fashion Lab Exhibition showcases the work of designers, researchers and multimedia artists who tackle questions of waste management, sustainability and textile construction, prompting viewers to consider a central theme — how can we prioritize slowness and sustainability when creating clothing?
When I descended the stairs in the Nest on the night of the UBC Brazilian Students Association’s (BRASA) Carnaval party at the Pit, I was greeted by Isabel Lara Roque and Julia Sawyer, co-presidents of the UBC Brazilian Students Association. They said maintaining the Carnaval spirit outside of Brazil is central to their mission.
The Fugitives are one of the best bands I have ever seen. When I saw they were performing with the RFC, I jumped at the chance to get a ticket.
The Morris and Helen Belkin Art Gallery has hosted Wikipedia edit-a-thons — events where participants contribute edits and writing to expand Wikipedia’s coverage — for nearly a decade. This year’s edit-a-thon took place at the gallery on March 5.
I love movies. I enjoy nothing more than escaping into someone else’s story for a couple hours, leaving it feeling a little bit stronger, smarter, better somehow. With the Academy Awards coming up on March 15, I decided, for the first time ever, to watch all 10 of the Best Picture nominees and review them.
Unlike usual Thursday night shows, the performances at the Indigenous song and poetry night organized by Blank Vinyl Project and the Indigenous Student Society included not only music but also spoken-word readings.
Wrestling is one of the most interesting ways we have to tell a story. The match inside the four ropes is both colosseum and stage. The wrestlers establish characters that give each hit and tumble a sense of narrative.
I am a man. My skin is the colour of the deep, dark soil, the colour of the sky right before the stars come out.
My skin is a map of everywhere I have been and all the places I have yet to go.
There is a beat that no one pays attention to, in which he is looking directly at me. Blue to lavender, lavender to blue.
Everything in Otan Ile was earned. Tucked away in the outskirts of Osun state, Otan Ile is a village situated in the south-west of Nigeria, built on rolling hills and vast lowlands. The village bursts with the bright leaves of cassava trees and the rippling green shells of cola nuts.
Today I tried To wake up early Catch the beam of light Carve my future piece by piece
A question that haunts the still spaces of the mind, yet we often lack the language to confront it. We wait for a spark, a sudden clarity, a bolt of inspiration to strike. Yet for many, life does not begin with an act of lighting.
I am the pain of my ancestors And the hopes and aspirations for my future For Martin Luther King Jr. the dream truly answered Our history, demonstrating strength beyond measure