Colour and form polluted.
Coal paints the flesh.

We’d waited hours and an empty coal train was all that showed up. We hopped it, rode through wide-open fields, tunnels, forest fires, industry. Leaning into the noise, coal dusting our lungs and faces. It covered us slowly. In the town people wondered where we’d come from, where we’d been working. The next morning we found a pancake breakfast. It was Canada Day.

Seen Through Coal has its origins in a freight train hopping experience. Works on plastic, paper, canvas, and wood speak to an odd convergence of beauty and filth.
The recently vacated JAC Studio space offers an impressive venue for this exhibition.
164 w 5th Ave