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Paints and Pints

I recently caught wind of a new artsy thing here in the city: Paint Nite. It’s an event — a franchise event, actually, which originated in Boston three years ago, eventually making it’s way here — where people can “Drink Creatively” at different bars across the city.

It’s a pretty neat idea, considering I’ve always been an advocate for painting and being creative, whether you think you’re a “painter” or not.

I spoke with the woman who owns Paint Nite Winnipeg, Manda Brownrigg, and she said she saw a need for the event because people are so busy they forget to be creative. It’s so true. I like to write about making time for what you love, but I’ve struggled with that myself this past year. It’s sad to think people need to pay $45 to go out to get their creative juices flowing, but I suppose it’s better than not being creative at all. I applaud Manda for at least providing a new option for creativity. It’s definitely something more mainstream that I can see a lot of my “non-painter” friends actually doing.

Here’s a story I wrote about Paint Nite Winnipeg, but if you want to see the event for yourself, check out the TV version here. (Skip ahead to 32:00 for the story).

An event that encourages embracing your inner-artist while sipping on some cocktails has made its way to Winnipeg.
In a room full of women, Colin Epp, the only man, is hard at work on his masterpiece. It’s date night for him and longtime girlfriend Victoria Markstrom.

“It was my idea, one hundred per cent,” said Markstrom.

“But I’m on board for anything,” said Epp. “I’ll try absolutely anything once.”

The pair chose to check out Paint Nite Winnipeg, a franchise event new to Winnipeg. By the time they’re done for the evening, they will have two new paintings to hang up at their cottage.

“We’re both in sciences, so it’s nice to be creative once in a while,” said Markstrom.

“In our day-to-day jobs, we just don’t do those kinds of things, so yeah, it’s nice.”

Paint Nite Winnipeg made its debut in October 2014. It’s an event that happens four times a week in different venues across the city. So far Barley Brothers, Saffron’s and The Good Will have held the event.

For the $45 ticket, you get an apron, paints, brushes, a blank canvas and guidance. An instructor will walk you through the evening, telling you which brushes to use, but insisting you make the painting your own.

“Anybody can paint,” said Manda Brownrigg, owner of Paint Nite Winnipeg.

“Everybody comes in here and they start with, ‘I’m not creative, I can’t paint stick men, this is not my thing, don’t expect too much from me,’ but every person leaves here with this thing that they created. They’re impressed with themselves and they’re proud.”

Brownrigg said it’s important to be creative in our busy day-to-day lives, because we often neglect our artistic sides as adults.

“We lose track of that awesome childish artisticness, where we’re just happy to have made something, we don’t even care if it’s good,” said Brownrigg.

At Paint Nite, you’re asked to check your self-doubt at the door, and to create your own artwork no matter your skill level.

“Repeat after me,” said Brownrigg over a wireless headset. “I will not say the words, ‘My painting sucks.’”

Two Bostonians created Paint Nite back in 2012. The slogan, “Drink Creatively,” encourages paint and pints. Even though it’s only been in Winnipeg for a few months, tickets sell out fast — right now you’re looking at about a two-month wait.

Paint Nite Winnipeg is currently a one-woman show with Brownrigg the whole event. But she is so busy she’s looking to hire artists to help her expand.


10 Questions With…Brett Visca


Brett Visca is a 22-year old makeup artist from Winnipeg. He is the owner of Visca Artistry.

1.    What is art?

Art, I find, is a way that we all express ourselves. It can be shown through how we dress, what we listen to, our occupation, our lifestyle — in pretty much everything we do.

2.    If you were stranded on an island, which three things would you wish to have?

My iPod. I love music and can’t imagine not having it. Also my cat.

3.    What creation are you most proud of?

I’m most proud of creating my own business (Visca  Artistry).  It’s been cool to have my own business and be my own boss and continue on growing the business and the ventures. Like, now I am getting into special effects, releasing my own brush line, and teaching classes!

4.    What is your favourite movie, and why?

I really like Jennifer’s Body. It’s dark, it’s funny and it’s sexy. I also am a huge horror movie fan, which has increased my love of being a makeup artist. I love the Scream series, Candyman and Nightmare On Elm Street series.

5.    What inspires you?

Fashion is a big inspiration. I love designers like Alexander McQueen, Jean Paul Gaultier, and Thierry Mugler, as well as horror films.

6.    What is your “life motto”?

Treat others how you want to be treated.

7.    Have you had formal training or does it come naturally?

I am a certified Makeup Artist through MC College, as well as received training from Stila, Clinique, Estée Lauder, Dior, and many other cosmetic brands.

8.    What’s one thing on your bucket list?

I would love to have my own fashion line before I kick the bucket. It’s always been something in the back of my mind and inspires me.

9.    Who is your favourite artist?

I really like Pink. I love her as a person, her sound and her style. I’ve also been a huge fan of No Doubt, Marilyn Manson, Natalia Kills, Courtney Love and lots of 90’s rock/alternative music.

10.    Why this art medium?

It kind of just fell into my lap being a makeup artist. I needed a job and I started in retail, then it became a passion of mine which I’m slowly turning into a career!


To see more of Brett’s work, check him out on Facebook.


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Sara Groleau is a 23 year-old author of short fiction, born and raised in Winnipeg, Manitoba. She is currently working on her first novel about a troubled young woman who thinks she has found the perfect escape when she meets the future King of the Underworld. She graduated from the University of Winnipeg in 2012, with a degree in Psychology and a certificate in Conflict Resolution. She lives in Winnipeg with her family and is currently studying towards a degree in Psychiatric Nursing.

How did you get into writing?

When I was six, a friend gave me a little pink diary with a gold lock, and I started writing down random stuff, like what I was eating at the moment – kind of like a pre-internet Twitter. I was always asking, “What if?” Writing down my thoughts was a way to get them out of my head. I’ve always had an overactive imagination; it’s how I used to escape feelings of boredom or distress. I was shy as a child and often lonely, so writing in journals was how I would ask questions, explore ideas, and develop opinions about things. I also read a lot of fiction and I identified with certain characters or situations. I always felt like the authors of my favourite books understood me more than my peers did. Eventually I started practicing writing my own stories and sharing them with other people; stories were how authors had connected with me, so I wanted to connect with others in the same way. When I write a story and someone reads it and relates to it, then I feel like that person and I have something in common, and the world doesn’t seem so strange anymore.

What is your favourite thing about writing?

My favourite thing about writing is creating the opportunity to share a piece of myself with another person without feeling totally vulnerable. I’ve never experienced most of the exact situations I write about – but it is stuff I have wondered about. Storytelling is a way for both the writer and reader to be honest and open without feeling totally exposed. 

Sara’s work has won her some awards (Check out Sara’s award-winning short stories on Amazon Kindle):

“An Apparent Tragedy” – won First Place in the Senior Student Division of the Winnipeg Free Press/Writers’ Collective Short Fiction Contest (2006); published in The Collective Consciousness (bimonthly journal of The Writers’ Collective).

“Nobody Wins” – won an Honourable Mention in the Senior Student Division of the Winnipeg Free Press/Writers’ Collective Short Fiction Contest (2007); published in The Collective Consciousness (bimonthly journal of The Writers’ Collective).

10 Questions: 

1. What is art?

I feel that art is a form of communication and connection with other people. Art is taking something and challenging yourself to look at it with a different perspective. It is inviting people to look at something in a different way.

2. If you were stranded on an island, which three things would you wish to have?

Coke, vodka, and a glass.

3. What creation are you most proud of?

I am proud of the time I create in my day that I set aside for writing, even if it’s just a minute. I spend a lot of time at work, school, etc. A lot of my time belongs to other people. The time I spend writing is time that belongs only to me.

4. What is your favourite movie?

Some Like It Hot. It came out in 1959 but even today it’s hilarious. It really captures my sense of humour, which is witty, wordy, and raunchy.

5. What inspires you?

I feel motivated to act when I perceive injustice. When I was in grade 5, we had an ice cream day at school but no one in our class received any ice cream despite all of us giving our money to the teacher week ago. I started a protest in my class by writing, “We want ice cream or our money back!” on a piece of paper and taped it to my desk. It caught on with other kids and eventually the boys were running up and down the hall with pieces of paper, screaming the chant. (Don’t worry, we eventually got our money back). When I write, sometimes it’s my way of asking, “Hey, do you secretly feel this way too?”

 I also feel inspired by bizarre situations, such as ones with a high degree of contrast between the gravity of a situation and the amplitude of people’s responses. I used to work at McDonald’s, and one time our supervisor found too many blueberries in a yoghurt parfait. He reacted like someone had committed a felony, screaming that he’d found “NINETEEN BLUEBERRIES!” I thought the contrast between the seriousness of his reaction and the triviality of the stimulus was funny. My experiences with real people allow me to create characters with unique perspectives, and then place the characters in challenging situations.

6. What is your “life motto”?

Be kind to people.

7. Have you had formal training or does it come naturally?

I did take one creative writing class in university but I didn’t really find it useful. I have found much better advice by reading books on my own time, most recently “Writing the Breakout Novel” by Donald Maass, and “Writing Fiction for Dummies” by Peter Economy and Randy Ingermanson.

 I would say my ability to write comes from informal training. I have been heavily influenced by other authors of fiction, for example, Betty Smith, author of “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.” I admire her ability to tell an honest story in a straightforward voice. My philosophy about creating stories is that the focus should be on your audience; you should write something entertaining and emotionally engaging.

8. What’s one thing on your bucket list?

I want to write a novel that I am 100% proud of. Even if I end up not being able to find any publishers who want it, it will still be a personal symbol of my perseverance. I mean, hopefully it’ll get published, but it needs to be good in my eyes first.

9. Who is your favourite artist?

Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails) is my favourite musician. I admire his work because he focuses on emotions that we aren’t always free to talk about in public, such as loneliness or feeling powerless or disappointed. Plus he’s awesome.

10. Why this art medium?

I gravitate towards writing as opposed to other art mediums because it is easily accessible – all you need is a pen and paper. You can write at any time of the day and virtually any place. Writing is also very easy to share with other people. I enjoy storytelling because it can be a way of engaging people. I like written stories best because then I can tell a story even if no one is around.

And now, here is Sara’s latest work, enjoy!

Quick Fix

     They were taking longer than usual to wake up.

Needing a catalyst to consciousness, Joseph poured himself a mug of yesterday’s coffee. “You didn’t come to bed last night.” He opened the door of their yellow-tinged microwave, squinting through his morning haze at the buttons, searching for the only ones he ever used.

“Make yourself a fresh pot.” Wendy bit into a slice of dry toast, crumbs falling onto the newspaper open on the table. Joseph thought she was reading, until he noticed her eyes were fixed upon the center of the page. A part of Wendy had disappeared and the part of her that remained was pretending to read.

“This is fine.” Joseph pressed three buttons on the microwave.

The staccato beeps brought Wendy’s head up. “Ninety seconds, that’s too long, you’re going to burn your mouth.”

“I’ll add some milk later.”

“We don’t have any.”

“There’s no butter either but you haven’t died yet.”

Wendy’s toast fell to the newspaper.

Joseph cursed under his breath. “Wendy.”

She stood up from the table and abandoned the toast, newspaper, and Joseph. She walked to their second bedroom.

Joseph’s hands began to twitch. He grasped the handle of the microwave door again, before the final beep had sounded. Joseph didn’t bother to reach for the mug’s handle, instead clenching his fingers around the cylinder of the mug itself. The heat of the liquid had transferred to the outside of the mug. Joseph winced as he took a sip, then placed the mug on the counter. A bead of coffee began to weep down the side of the mug where his lower lip had been. A watery black ring formed on the counter, encircling the mug’s circumference.

The carpet in the hallway cushioned Wendy’s stomping footsteps until she entered the kitchen. “Out.”

She had the little pink blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Flat brown owls were scattered all over the blanket, silent witnesses with large eyes and no testimony.

She’ll love this, Wendy had said, months ago, when she and Joseph had found the little blanket at a flea market.

Wendy’s pupils fixated on the mug that sat upon the counter.

Joseph walked towards the door to the outside, grabbed the keys to his truck from the hook above the light switch, and twisted the door handle. He cast a glance back at Wendy’s stiff figure, tilting his head sideways. From that angle, it almost looked like Wendy’s coarse, unwashed hair and the chipped black polish on her toenails were bookends for the owl blanket.

Wendy waited until she heard the door snap shut. She looked at Joseph’s mug of reheated coffee. With her left hand, she clasped both ends of the blanket in front of her while she maneuvered her right hand out from behind the soft fleece. Her fingers grasped the handle of the mug. She brought it over to the metal sink, which was emanating a slight scent of rotten eggs. She tipped the mug to the left, allowing the coffee to pour down the sink. The fluorescent light reflected off the small cascade of coffee and she saw shades of brown for a moment before the mug emptied in its entirety.

The mug clunked into the sink, rolling briefly on its side before its handle put an end to the motion.

She opened the wooden drawer beside the sink, the drawer opening in pulses along its unseen splintered track. She selected a green washcloth with a white snowman and a dime-sized hole. She turned on the gray metal tap of the sink and dampened the washcloth under the flow of water, which refused to spew out a constant temperature even if the tap remained untouched.

She extracted the washcloth from the stream and brought her left hand forward. Both hands gripping either end of the rag, she began to wring out the hot water. Her lips pressed together more firmly with every twist, until her hands reached a standstill.


     Wendy heard keys jingling outside the door.

“How long have you been doing that?” Joseph closed the door behind him and hung his keys up on the hook with his free hand. He examined her red, raw hands from afar.

She stopped scrubbing and stared at the large beige crate that he had brought back with him. “What the fuck is that?”

He laid the crate down on the floor and opened the metal barred door, smiling and reaching his hand inside.

“You did not get a dog.”

He looked up at Wendy from where he was crouched on the floor. His eyes went to the counter. “Where’d you put my coffee?”

“You’re taking it back to the store or humane society or wherever –”

“I wasn’t finished, where’d you put it?”

“You’re seriously pissed that I dumped out your reheated coffee from yesterday. What were you going to do, put it in the microwave again?”

“Don’t touch my stuff.”

“It was my university mug.”

“You didn’t even graduate.”

“It’s a mug, not a degree. Why the fuck did you bring a dog home?”

“Relax.” Joseph coaxed the dog out of the crate.

Wendy shook her head. She walked out of the kitchen and into their living room, which was barely big enough to fit their couch. Wendy scanned the couch, contemplating where to sit. A laptop was resting upon the middle couch cushion. A pillow with a rip in it, stuffing spilling out, sat beside the laptop. On the end table beside the couch lay a picture frame with two miniscule plastic sea turtles glued to it. Two weeks ago, Wendy had brought a camera to the hospital, hoping to capture a photograph for the picture frame. Now, she kept her gaze determinedly fixed on the ripped pillow.

The dog began to whine.

“Tell your dog to shut up.”

“Our dog. And you can’t tell a dog what to do, not till he’s trained.”

Wendy snapped her head to look at him. “You could have told the doctor what to do.”

“Me? I didn’t know what I was doing. He was the professional. What about you?”

“I was in so much pain I couldn’t think straight.”

Joseph reached into his pocket and pulled out his vibrating cell phone, pressing it against his ear and answering.

Wendy clenched her teeth together.

After a few moments, Joseph brought the phone away from his ear and tapped the screen. He buried the phone back in his pocket. “That was Andrew. Julia won’t be there today.”


He looked at the dog, sucking in his breath. “Their babysitter cancelled.”

Wendy heard a sharp laugh shoot out from her throat. “I’ll be sure to send my condolences.”

“It’s just bad timing.”

Wendy was still for a moment. She lifted the owl blanket from her shoulders, folded it carefully, and placed it on the couch. “I’m taking a shower.” She walked towards the hallway again. “And then I’m taking the bus to my parents’.”

The dog wandered away from its crate and into the living room. Joseph stepped over the dog and followed Wendy into the hallway. “But we’re supposed to arrive at the cemetery together.”

Wendy shot a final look at Joseph. Her eyes swallowed the light and her mouth was granite. She stepped inside the bathroom and shut the door.

Joseph was about to open the door, until he heard a single sob come from inside.

He turned around, head bent downward, and walked back into the living room.

When he looked up, he saw the dog chewing on the blanket.

“Shit.” He ran over to the dog. He stroked its head and gently extracted the blanket from the dog’s mouth.

Joseph examined the blanket, dark with saliva. Two of the little owls had been ripped apart.

He ran a hand through his hair a few times, blinking rapidly. He collapsed onto the couch and buried his face in the blanket.

For a minute, there was only the sound of the shower running. And then the dog began to whine again.

Art + Activism

Life is much more interesting when you make a little bit of effort.

-Ai WeiWei

It has been a busy past few days and after finishing all of my assignments, I decided to relax on the couch with Netflix.

I took to Twitter to ask what I should watch. I got a lot of good suggestions: Orange Is The New Black (already watched every episode), House of Cards, Skins, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Community, etc. All great, and I plan to watch each and every one some day!

For some reason, I took no ones advice, and put on Ai WeiWei: Never Sorry, a film I had been meaning to watch for quite some time.

I leaned back, put my feet up, and pressed play.

A few minutes in I actually paused the movie, got up to get my notepad and pen, sat back down, resumed play and began taking notes. (Thanks CreComm)

Which ultimately brought me here, to my laptop, and a new blog post.

Who is Ai WeiWei? Ai-Weiwei-001

Ai WeiWei is a very outspoken, Chinese international artist, best known for his photography, sculptures, architecture, films and more. He has gained notoriety through his use of social media, and his fearless attitude toward the Chinese government.

Ai WeiWei collaborated with other artists to create the birds nest stadium for the 2008 Olympics in Beijing. He ended up staying away from the Opening Ceremony in a political stance against the government.

He also investigated the 2008 Sichuan earthquake that killed more than 70,000 people. He blames “tofu” school buildings poorly built by the government for collapsing and causing the unnecessary deaths of 5,000 children. Ai WeiWei and his team of volunteers went to the cities affected, and produced a list of names of all of the victims.


His actions are extremely controversial, which is why the police began following him. They have shut down his blog, attacked him in his hotel room, and illegally detained him. The government also demolished the studio they built for him after the 2008 Olympics.

He reports all of this on Twitter.

“No I don’t want them to say sorry, I want them to learn they cannot do things like this.”

weiwei5n-1-webOn April 3, 2011 Ai WeiWei disappeared. Authorities had arrested him and held him for 81 days. They interrogated him every day about his online activities and interviews. He had two guards with him at all times, even when he was using the washroom and while he slept.

When he was released, he was placed under house arrest and told he was not to use social media or do interviews. Shortly after, Ai WeiWei reappeared on Twitter.

Here is an interview Ai WeiWei did with Jian Ghomeshi from his home in Beijing back in September.

Not only is Ai WeiWei an extremely talented artist, he is an inspiring man. He risks his life to defend freedom of expression. He risks his own freedom, in hopes of making a change for the future of China.

I think there is a responsibility for any artist to protect freedom of expression.

I highly recommend watching this film.

*SIDENOTE: This film really got me thinking. Everyone kind of already knows China has a strict government that enforces censorship laws. But what about here in Canada?

Perhaps not as severe, but here’s an interesting story of a CANADIAN artist who has experienced censorship in her own artwork.

Where do you think it is appropriate to draw the line when it comes to freedom of expression?

Kal Barteski + polar bears


For local artist Kal Barteski, wife and mother of three, painting has been her passion since as long as she can remember. Stating at the age of five that her goal in life was to be a painter, Barteski has achieved just that and so much more. For one, she is the founder of LINKwithlove, an online collaborative set to teach others how to deal correctly with online property. She’s also a winner of the Woman Entrepreneur of the Year Award, and is an extremely well known blogger. She has published a book, sold her art internationally, and much more.  All of this while painting daily. Barteski’s love for life, contagiously optimistic attitude and crazy talent make her a force to be reckoned with, and she exemplifies this perfectly through her unique work.

fav333Known for many things, lately Kal Barteski may be known more for her love of polar bears if anything else.

“Polar bears are easy to identify with living in Canada— they are tough, creative, adaptable and extremely awesome,” says Barteski.

For anyone following her blog, they would see her personal updates and progress on her polar bear paintings for her upcoming polar bear art show.

This love affair all started back in college when she was dropped off at the zoo and asked to sketch. She found herself at the polar bear exhibit sketching Debbie, the bear at the time, and her new favorite muse.

“I became enthralled with her. I fell in love.”

Their relationship blossomed and Barteski found herself painting Debbie nearly every week. This random encounter and Barteski’s very public admiration for polar bears has led her down a path full of remarkable experiences. Most recently, Barteski became a certified TEDxManitoba speaker and her talk granted her an emotional standing ovation.


She was also presented with the extraordinary opportunity of adventuring to Churchill for the documented show Wild Obsession which aired on Animal Planet, where she got to meet the polar bears in person.

“Nature is amazing and the world is complicated only by people,” says Barteski on what she learned from the experience. The polar bears have also taught her how to “adapt, persevere and get on with things.”


“There is an opportunity everyday to redefine who we are and how we react to life. You can change your mind. You can be a chameleon,” says Barteski who has truly lived her own words and has survived to talk about it.

With so much already under her belt, her career goals for the future are simple, “Career goals change by the minute, but it all boils down to paint everyday for as long as I can. And maybe have a couple of shows, raise some money for good causes and share some ideas.”

She credits a lot of her career to saying “yes” to opportunities that come her way, and not being afraid to stray from the path.

“I made a couple of lucky choices and followed my passion.”

As for her future? “Truly, my life goals are pretty basic. Love my family. Be kind. Appreciate where I’m at. Paint everyday for as long as I can.”


Check out her TEDxManitoba talk here: