residing between toronto and bali, writer and artist, jules, of moons and jules, abstract minimalist work is layered and torn, much like her world, living wholly in two places. her pieces pay tribute to her island home through materials, to her canadian home through her palette, to a love of patchwork quilts, and to the butterfly inlay joinery of the large farm table that she traced her fingers across during many a meal growing up. an additional run-on sentence about the artist if you'd like to know her a bit more: jules often sips room temperature genmaicha, despite having an inordinate amount of kettles in her collection. smitten with skeleton leaves, other peoples’ nonnas, rain boots, wild blueberries, lower case letters, and oxford commas, she always leaves a forest, or a beach with pocketfuls of finds, claiming squatter's rights to any and all unused pockets within her party should anyone join her on a stroll, for her finds are many and her pockets are few.