In the late 90s as diploma students, we would sit boisterously in the old Goodman Road campus canteen between classes, and Brother Joe would walk by in his signature suspenders and bow tie.

My friends and I would call out to him and he would smile happily back, sometimes stopping by to ask how we were.

His sculpture studio right next to the art store gave us a window into his creative life. What a privilege it was to have had the chance to peek while he was working.