Hubert MarczukBlack Sheep SoulAfter many weeks of trying, back and forth, failed attempts, and last minute bails-outs, J and I finally hooked up on a Saturday night in…Apr 14, 2016Apr 14, 2016
Hubert MarczukLoud Art PlacesI leave the office right at five o’clock. With both straps of the backpack slung across my shoulders I skip down the stairs towards the…Aug 21, 2015Aug 21, 2015
Hubert MarczukContemplations about caninesWe’re getting a dog. I used to know shit about breeds of dogs. I called all dogs German Shepherds or Lassies, after that vintage TV show…Aug 19, 2015Aug 19, 2015
Hubert MarczukBoomshackIn high school, my friends and I ran a scrawny little dance club in Mississauga. Somewhere near Nickel and Dime, as we called where Dundas…Aug 15, 2015Aug 15, 2015
Hubert MarczukHello, Tic TacHello, Tic Tac, I see you hiding there in the corner. You are somewhat covered in dust. Whom am I kidding? You’ve been there a while…Aug 14, 2015Aug 14, 2015
Hubert MarczukFixiesI didn’t care much for fixies, or fixed-gear bikes, when I was riding my mountain bike. No need. I was bombing down singletracks on fat…Aug 13, 2015Aug 13, 2015
Hubert MarczukAbout that gallery eveningToronto can be so fucking dry, I tell you. Kicking around on Queen Street on Thursday, J and I, our bikes and our zest for after-school art…Aug 13, 2015Aug 13, 2015