Over two yearsmany facesmany beautiful memoriesmany challengesLove,and passion sitting in a house meeting hearing the same things repeatedthe passion continuesseeing Jamie’s face and realizing that mine is doing the sameThis is how you clean the cast iron pan cycles and circles“adult training centre” growing in and through the cycles of lovely peoplethe ever-changing themes of …
“I get this image of when you’re blowing bubbles and you start blowing a really big one. Because it’s expanding through what you put into it. When I blow bubbles I have a lot of fun, so it’s like you’re filled with this excitement and then when it’s fully formed you get to just watch …
September 16, 2018
A friend of mine that has seen me through many stages of my life came to visit me at Atangard for the first time. She stayed over for dinner and we hung out in the funk lounge with everyone. At the end of the night she looked at me and said, “Jess you’re kind of …
To my fellow residents, Sometimes I honk my horn. Sometimes I honk the horn of my car when driving through neighbourhoods around the time that people eat dinner. I honk my horn early in the evening, in the last hours of daylight and watch little faces appear in the windows, peering after the sound. What …
It was hard for me to feel like a belonged anywhere. I found a dark comfort in loneliness. Slowly I became a stranger to the people closest to me, I stayed in a shell that had become to small for me. When I heard about Atangard I decided it was time for me to try …
There are certain concepts or experiences that language cannot do justice – ‘Love’ and ‘God’ are prime examples. How each of us understands and interacts with these concepts or experiences is subjective and rooted in complex neurological networks making language a somewhat ineffective means of explaining them to others who have different understandings and experiences. …
Hello world, My name is Casey Kowalchuk, and I’ve been living at the Atangard for almost 2 years. The film above is made from footage that I captured at our annual directors retreat in April of 2017. I only got around to editing it together last weekend after it started gathering digital dust from 7 …
Welcome to our clapboard chicken coop apartment building on Montrose and Essendene crammed with soothsayers and disavowed nine-to-five hipster wraiths strumming beats in top floor brick and flannel nests. Our communal living paradise, conducting priorities of holistic enterprise, communists if you will, in that simple Jazz way, contemplating manifestos that encapsulate renovated crack-shack hotels. Societal …
a peculiar feeling when united by loss whether outlaw or wound we sat around the fire encircled a play-tower smoked, sweat and climbed a hill together — “Atangard Director’s Retreat” by Simon Bridgefoot Cultus Lake April, 2017