Artemisia

A missed fishing trip morphs into an impromptu hunting expedition in the midst of an electrical crisis.

The Tomahawk was the last place I had a meal with my father and that occasion was the last time I ever heard him laugh or saw him smile.

I used to hate painting until some St'at'imx anger management helped me get a burr out from under my saddle.

It was Grade Seven and the situation was now akin to a screenplay co-written by Wilde, Dante and Kafka.

A true story of best friends in Houston, Texas. Sometimes drugs are not the answer and sometimes they are.