PERMUTE posted on youtube

Yay.

studio sketch

Playin around at the studio

New updates for website and new piece for CapCourier

"The Cup Runneth Over…Human Rights" and environmental ethics article
VIFF film review



ticket scalpers

Vancouver Art Gallery November FUSE event

Works from Rad Modus show

Ronald P. Frye & Co. // Ryerson Poetry Chapbook: The Captive Gypsy by Constance Davies Woodrow

Finally got my copy of the poetry chapbook from Ronald P. Frye on monday! Super excited to have work on a book cover :) They did a lovely job!


You can purchase this book as well as the others in the collection on the publisher's website: http://www.ronaldpfrye.com/index.php?option=com_virtuemart&Itemid=61

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New illustration: cover for cap courier

For the most recent issue (vol 44, #5): feature article "New Westminster Apology Barely Scratches the Surface of B.C. Racism: Do public apologies reveal our history, or obscure it?" by Laura Kane, speaks on history of discrimination towards Chinese-Canadians in B.C. as well as the head tax reconciliation movement.

cover and two graphics for article

...and some graphics done for previous issues

RAD Modus belated post: Busy busy.

I've been so so busy, I didn't even have time to post pics for the RAD MODUS show! (which now, of course, is wrapping up at iDaburn Salon) It was a super opening and everyone's work was beautiful! Check it owttt

RAD Mødus - opening night from Abhishek Joshi on Vimeo.

Front of the salon

"Text Party"

"Untitled"

"Self Pho-trait"

a little spatial context of my work

Andrea! :)

Caroline Weaver's paintings


Tiffany Munoz's illustrations


The amazing Rempel (center with cool blue hair) and gang who graciously hosted this showing and event!

Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain - the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed - then its lovely reek will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.

-Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Russian Literature