Enough talk. It’s time for action.
This mosaic is junk. No, really. It is 100% scrap that any sane person would have tossed right into the trash. But not me. I just can’t help myself.…
Author: Julie Sperling
I wish I had thought of that
A while back, someone—quite innocently, I’m sure—applauded my creativity and said about one of my mosaics: “I wish I’d thought of that!” I know the comment was well-intentioned,…
How they’ll know we were here: Plastic, concrete, aluminum
I’m so very excited to be diving into a new series. It feels like a really nice way to start a new year and also to shift gears…
A good start, but we’ve got a ways to go: Final Kitchener artist-in-residence project
Eight months, ten events, and 244 community-made mosaics later, I am thrilled to show you the fruits of our collective labour, Kitchener: “Baseline (We’re Just Getting Started).” This…
Connection, dialogue, and diversity: My alma mater in mosaic
I recently had the pleasure of creating a mosaic with alumni of the University of Waterloo’s Faculty of Environment (FES) during Reunion Weekend (which just happened to also be…
The Fishers of Men: A mosaic adventure in trust, place, dialogue, and balance
I have just returned from what will likely prove to be one of the most important and formative experiences in my mosaic career. I was fortunate enough to…
How does your (rain) garden grow? A mosaic about really green infrastructure
You might recall that climate change is going to mess with precipitation trends (I made a mosaic about it a while back) and, as a result, some areas…
An ode to champions, cheerleaders, and enablers
This blog post has been sitting in my drafts folder for years, just a kernel of an idea and a title. But now, with R recovering from surgery,…
These boots: A personal mosaic geography of life on foot in Ottawa
I have gone the vast majority—we’re talking 98% majority—of my life without owning a car. I loved our car-free lifestyle, and it was a bit of a source…
Third time’s the charm: Finding my place in the SAMA community
Each time I go to SAMA (the annual gathering of the mosaic tribe, for you non-mosaic readers), it gets a bit easier. The first year I just soaked…
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