Shakespeare has his Hamlet. Goethe has his Faust. And I have more than a few intriguing characters of my own...

Phymata the Assassin, who lies in wait and impales anyone who comes within range. Elampini the Freeloader, who drops her young in someone else’s nursery and skips the country. Misumena and Mecaphesa, seductive cousins whose embrace almost always proves fatal. And Laphria the Costumed Highwayman who preys on unsuspecting travelers and shows no mercy.

Dramatis personae: my own cast of hard-bodied characters, unwittingly caught in the act at home, on the job or while grabbing a bite to eat. They live and work, often unseen, within an hour of the GTA, in ravines, in gardens, and even on the street – hunters and gatherers, predators and parasites, scavengers and thieves.

As diverse as they are numerous, these costumed characters attract, repulse, mock and mimic. Some blend nervously into the woodwork, while others stand tall and advertise:
“I’m dangerous... or at least I look that way”.