The NYP, a summer work-learn program for Indigenous secondary students offered by the Museum of Anthropology (MOA), is the longest-running Indigenous youth program in the country. Read more.
Together, the works in The Roaming Peach Blossom Spring offer a timely reflection on identity, displacement, and cultural memory.
The NYP, a summer work-learn program for Indigenous secondary students offered by the Museum of Anthropology (MOA), is the longest-running Indigenous youth program in the country.
Since its founding in 2023, IndieVision has grown significantly, serving not only as a space where people who love film can come together, but also providing individuals with the freedom to express their creativity through independent productions.
Alexander Farah's newest directorial project, One Day This Kid, was screened at the Vancouver Short Film Festival this June. A beautiful and deeply emotional story, the film follows a young Afghan-Canadian boy, Hamed, on his journey towards understanding his sexuality and how it impacts his relationships, particularly with his father.
Wong’s displayed piece, “Chinese Cafes: The Five Energies,” was initially made for Them = Us, a photographic exhibition that travelled across Canada between 1998–2000 aimed at promoting diversity. Varied Editions is the first time “Chinese Cafes” has been unpacked since that viewing.
CampOUT! originally began as a day camp hosted at UBC and was inspired by a similar program at the University of Alberta, Camp fYrefly. It has since expanded with the support of UBC’s Faculty of Education, SOGI UBC and the Equity & Inclusion Office, as well as funding from community partners like Foundry — an inclusive care network based in Vancouver.
The film follows various individuals forced to balance the challenges of everyday life with their responsibility to seek The documentary is a personal account of the impact that the construction of the Kenney Dam had on the Indigenous nations who rely on the Nechako river, as well as the ongoing legal battle for fishing rights undertaken by members of the Stellat’en and Saik’uz nations in recent years.
Three pieces, “Wild,” “Fountain,” and “I AM WORTH MORE THAN ONE MILLION DOLLARS TO MY PEOPLE” are on display throughout the museum as of the exhibition’s May 15 opening, with the final piece, “Ayum-ee-aawach Oomama-mowan: Speaking to Their Mother” arriving in August.
Featuring creative, fluent melodies and complex jazz-inspired chords, even Aoba’s slower, more simple pieces like “Endive to Nemutte (Asleep Among Endives)” remained unpredictable yet satisfying, always ready to lead the listener into uncharted waters before bringing them back at the end of the song.
On May 18th, the Vancouver Youth Symphony Orchestra held their 95 year anniversary concert at the Orpheum. The concert featured performances from the debut, junior, intermediate and senior orchestras, as well as guest performer and VYSO graduate Joanna G’Froerer.
Set and performed in a modest church activity room, Meeting follows five people in a support group for codependency, particularly around sexuality, love and identity.
When I mispronounced a word or made the wrong sound because of these similar articulations, I was met with laughter and pushed to repeat what I had said before getting support on correcting myself.
Preparing for Tết is a big deal: homes are cleaned and decorated, special foods like sticky rice cakes (bánh chưng and bánh tét) are made, and everyone dresses in their finest clothes. There’s a belief that the first days of the new year set the tone for the rest of it, so people strive to keep spirits high, avoid bad luck and express hope for health, prosperity and happiness.
The oldest cherry trees on campus are likely at Nitobe Memorial Garden. Fifty trees were shipped over from Japan as a symbol of Japanese-Canadian friendship for the garden’s opening in June 1960. Of this generation — found mostly in Nitobe but also on the Place Vanier stretch between Lower Mall and University Boulevard — there are likely 45 cherry trees left today.
To me, Lapu Lapu Day, while beautiful, is another reminder that I don’t really belong here. It's like being in a liminal space. I can smell the food my grandma would cook for me when I was sick, but I also remember how hard I’ve had to search for any sense of community.
