King David
David reached under the bed and pulled out a wooden box. It was small and plain, a cheap little box with a cheap little clasp that had been opened so…
Visual art and creative writing
The Kith and Kin series is the culmination of a collaboration between Brigit and Tobias. Their work is rooted in a common sensibility and approach to telling stories, whether visual or textual, and a main focus of their collaboration, reflected in this series, is family, connections, what holds these relationships together, and what stresses cause them to break down. More broadly, the theme of distress is viewed through the distorted and sometimes surreal lens of Brigit’s depictions of the human body and Tobias’s flash fiction stories.
The exhibition Kith & Kin was held in 2013 and the opening was combined with the launch of their book, Snake in the Grass and Other Stories, a collection of flash fiction and short stories, illustrated by artwork from their collaborative project.
David reached under the bed and pulled out a wooden box. It was small and plain, a cheap little box with a cheap little clasp that had been opened so…
I had wanted to knock like a friend, with a take-it or leave-it nonchalance, but of course I knocked like a mother, my fist swaddled in thick concern...
Billy took Nelson to see the old haunted house. It stood on a hill on the outskirts of town. They jogged up the street but slowed near the top. The…
She excused herself and hurried upstairs. For a moment conversation waned, as the diners adjusted to one less opinion, but someone quickly plugged the gap and...
‘You never look where you’re going,’ said the mother to her little boy. He had tripped over the kerb, and she picked him up and slapped the dust out of…
Igor had been on television, on a talk-show. He had sat beside his mother who translated for the talk show host. The audience had seemed amused. Soon afterward...
Daniel is sick. For as long as she can remember. He walks with a limp and coughs at night. It keeps her awake. Although it has only recently begun...
The first report came in at 5 a.m. The second, ten minutes later. And the third just as the harbourmaster hung up on the second. Something was crossing the shipping…
A wall is warm and upright by virtue of its background. A dark room, though lighter than another, near, though further than a third room with fewer walls and therefore…
Daylight lingered around the wood, as if kept in place by a spell, but between the trees the light quickly faded. The boys felt alone. Not free and independent as…
I caught the fly between my finger and thumb and immediately wished that someone had been looking, for I do not often move so deftly. I watched it wriggle, between…