I’m an artist, designer, documentarian, and web developer working with memory, media, and time. My work explores the persistence of meaning through archival design, speculative imagery, and structured cycles of documentation.
Born from Toronto, I grew up in Nova Scotia's French Acadian region of Clare. I studied at Saint Mary’s University and the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design (NSCAD) in Halifax before returning to Toronto at the turn of the century.
I have a long-standing interest in systems of thought (philosophy, theology, psychology) and in how technologies of perception shape our understanding of the world. Much of my work draws from personal and cultural memory, approaching history not as something fixed, but as something actively reconstructed, layered, and often haunted.
I’m especially drawn to the margins: ephemera, receipts, unfinished projects, abandoned ideas. I treat these not as scraps but as signals—fragments that, when arranged carefully, reveal larger patterns. This website is an evolving archive of these investigations. Though I work professionally in web development, I approach personal coding projects as an artistic practice.
You can find me on Instagram.
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OpenAI ChatGPT rendering based on a selfy, April 2025
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Portrait by Tristram Pinney (2023)
People like: Notebooks & Google Streetviews
About this website
I’ve maintained a personal website since the early 2000s. It began as a place to showcase my work as an artist, and for a time it also served to a way to promote myself as a web-developer. Over the years, it has evolved into a working document that reflects my broader creative practice.
The site is always hand-coded. I’ve intentionally avoided platforms like Indexhibit, Squarespace, Wix, and WordPress, because I revise it frequently, often as a way to test or experiment with new ideas. As a result, some elements may occasionally break or feel unconventional, especially in terms of interface and user experience; I have a wabi-sabi attitude that it doesn't have to be perfect all the time.
The website now functions as both a public archive and a curatorial hub. It gathers together photographs, notebooks, essays, and web-based projects that span across time and media.
Projects
Temporal projects reflect an ongoing interest in witnessing and documenting the passage of time. These include revisiting locations in Toronto—such as Queen & Spadina, King Street, or Sunnyside.
Notebooks, spanning several decades, are presented in raw form. They include sketches, marks, and fragmentary notes. They’re not only preparatory tools but also exhibited as primary material in their own right.
Site in 2014. Screen Shot at 2014-07-22 • 18.01.42 | Previous Versions
Web experiments, from the hypercard relic of 1997, the algorithmic Rosary, or the On Kawara Code, explore how cultural forms (like Catholic prayer systems or older formats) can be translated into digital code and structure.
Writing
I occasionally write and publish essays online. While I have a facility with language, I lacked the patience in my younger years to pursue formal publishing. Instead, I gravitated toward blogging and early digital platforms. Here can be found an archive of my reviews for Broken Pencil magazine, and for the contributions to the Instant Coffee art collective newsletter Saturday Edition. I was part of the founding editorial team at BlogTO when it was founded in 2005 and my articles are also here.
More recently, I’ve used Substack to reflect on longer-term projects and interests. These essays show my evolving interests over the past twenty years, as I first aspired to be a public intellectual in the new media to a quieter position as an overlooked and middle-aged observer.
Here is a journal entry from 2014 documenting the time my "it doesn't have to be perfect all the time" attitude caught up with me. It illustrated that the work is never finished, and sometimes the audience shows up unexpectedly.
Saturday 8 March 2014
I rested before going out at about 9:45 to walk up The Garrison for DT’s DJ night and to meet Kate, my OkCupid date. The music was too loud and when she showed up we made the mistake of ordering drinks when we really should have gone someplace quieter. The noise made me really uncomfortable and she talked incessantly. She bailed after the first drink, I felt she was disappointed in me, and I in turn felt bad. She was far more attractive in person than her photos suggested, a total babe actually, but this in turn only made me feel inadequate.
I was able to relax a bit more after she left, and hung around the DJ table with SW and JK, and got to talking to a girl named Rebecca who does career counseling. I half joked that I should talk to her, and she talked about running a blog collecting stories about people’s career transitions etc, so I volunteered to write something for her, and gave her my card. She was 29 and I guess not used to being handed cards, so this got passed along to her friends. After our conversation had reached its conclusion, and I was standing with my drink and she was with my friends, I saw my website on one of their phones, and they were laughing outrageously. Was I being mocked? After the bad date this icing on the shit-on-me cake. I ignored it as best I could, but later, near 1:45am, getting on my coat and leaving, Rebecca chases after me and talks to me on the sidewalk, so I bring up that I saw them laughing at my website and that wasn’t really impressive. She somewhat apologized on behalf of her friends, and told me she’d be in touch, and I in turn told her I’d look forward to seeing her name in my inbox. Walking home, I’d been more impressed with Rebecca than with Kate.*
Sunday 9 March 2014
Remembering last night at the bar, seeing the twenty somethings laughing at my website on their phone, I checked it and found some bad layout errors, introduced by the updates yesterday morning that I hadn’t caught, because I hadn’t checked in on my phone. I knew what it was though, so I fixed it right away, and that led to more refinement of the site, creating display rules depending on device being used.
* I never heard from her.