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Voices is an ongoing series where we ask arts workers in Winnipeg to reflect on the impact of the arts in their lives.

  • Transformations

    by Joyce Clouston / February 2023

    I first saw Winnipeg as a soft light reflected on low clouds from our farm near Selkirk. I had closer glimpses when I was seven and our family began travelling through at holidays taking my older sister back and forth to her school in Portage la Prairie

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  • Osani stands against a colourful drawing on a wall, wearing a light grey sweater with a white and navy line across the chest and black pants. He has dark hair and full facial hair and stands with his hands in his pants pockets.

    Rap Talk

    by Osani Balkaran / November 2022

    Rap talk

    Rap helped me through every phase of my life thus far. I wrote these short paragraphs to highlight the journey.

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  • Hannah smiles at the camera with a blue sky and clouds in the background behind her. She has chin-length brown hair with bangs and is wearing dark glasses, a straw hat, and a cream-coloured knit cable sweater.

    The Lights of my City

    by Hannah Godfrey (hannah_g) / October 2022

    I carry an image in my memory of a place that is real but does not exist. This cave is, of course, within me. When I speak or write about it my hands go to my chest and stomach, so I think that’s where it lives.

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  • Primrose stares at the camera with a slight closed-mouth smile on her face. She has long black hair with blonde highlights and is wearing square-framed glasses, a necklace, and a grey shirt. Behind her, there is a river or stream, tall grass, and trees.

    Pause...

    by Primrose Madayag Knazan / May 2022

    I have written more in the past two years than in the last fifteen.

    I am both reluctant and full of pride to say these words aloud, one of the sound bites I’ve been touting during media interviews. I hold my head held high, but inside I am wrought with survivor’s guilt. Then I admonish myself for being ashamed of feeling pride.

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