QWF Writes brings you a blog post once a month commissioned by the Quebec Writers’ Federation. Posts are published on the QWF Writes blog and on carte blanche. A Mini-Memoir [More…]
QWF Writes brings you a blog post once a month commissioned by the Quebec Writers’ Federation. Posts are published on the QWF Writes blog and on carte blanche. A Mini-Memoir [More…]
When I was a teenager, I was in a cult. It started at the Mall. There was a novelty store called Natural Wonders where my best friends and I spent all of our time. We latched onto a kindred spirit, Josh, a twenty-something employee who humored us to the point of jeopardizing his minimum-wage job on several occasions.
Sitting in front of a laptop with a digital drawing pad at his side, Gruber asks for a volunteer from the audience to do an improvised animation of their psychic spirit. A contemporary dancer from the front row steps up, and Gruber asks him to choose a background and foreground color from the computer’s colour wheel. He begins to doodle, narrating as he goes along.