Wednesday, August 28, 2013
This time there is comfort in the move, and I think it's because I'm not entering a completely foreign territory that I'll have to re-learn to navigate. There will be Douglas Fir, Cedar, Ferns, Ravens and Deer. I take comfort in knowing that the relationships I am developing with my current surroundings will not lay dormant, and that I can transfer that learning to a similar place. Maybe it's like learning the same language, but a different dialect:
I will no longer have the rocky coastline nearby, or River Otters, Herons and other waterfowl. I will be slightly inland, and on the mainland, with a new vocabulary of Coyotes, Bear, Skunks, Porcupines and Raccoons. I've been missing these larger omnivorous mammals in my last five or six years of living on islands and in the city, and I'm looking forward to seeing their signs again. A lot of the Gulf Islands are ecologically unbalanced - deer are allowed to propagate freely alongside humans, cats and dogs, because the coyotes have been culled to protect house pets, and to prevent competition for human-farmed meat.
It's undeniable that the majority of the world is already one big human-farm in one way or another, but I still enjoy feeling the power of the things that surround me - not just in terms of grand scenery and beauty, but in terms of a wariness and respect that other powerful entities are out there that can do drastic things outside of my control.
I suppose this is why I've gravitated to the ocean when I've lived on the Gulf Islands. There is a definite sense of humility in bobbing along the boundary between water and air - being completely incapable of even perceiving what is happening in the water that surrounds me.
May the bears and the storms be my ocean, in this next place-of-living.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
The story never stops beginning or ending.
It appears headless and bottomless, for it is built on differences.
The story circulates like a gift; an empty gift which anybody can lay claim to by filling it it to taste, yet can never truly possess.
A gift that stays inexhaustible within its own limits.
-Trinh T. Minh-Ha, from Woman, Native, Other
This became a theme for the work I undertook in July, but I think it also describes my relationship with my cohort of fellow low-residency students.
This particular Masters is a low-residency program. I spend eleven months of the year talking to my instructors and fellow students online, and one month together in person. It's a fascinating and dynamic pedagogical project, but it also feels like a social experiment. We are subjected to the extremes of communication methods. For the majority of the time, we are writing quasi-academic forum posts that might never be read by each other. Then, for one month, we are lounging in a hottub together, sweating together through long days and nights as we install our interim exhibition, swimming in our underwear under the moon at Kits Beach, or dancing until the sun rises at an all-night party in Stanley Park.
Near the last day of the intensive, I removed Minh-Ha's quote, and posted another transcription:
I'll leave the stones here
But I'm taking the dream with me
Into the unknown.
-Fischli and Weiss, from The Right Way
See you next year, co-heart.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
The arrangement of objects on my big tabletop called out to me, so I photographed it. I didn't adjust anything on or around the table, including the light umbrella. The object in the center is a rock.
This image makes me aware of how my art practice has transformed over the last year. It's nice to get that perspective every once in a while.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
I just got back from two weeks in the Yukon. The first few days were spent mounting this beast at the Yukon Arts Center. More details on the project are here:
I'll talk more about the second project I was working on, coyote, another time.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
dawn at Haleakala
from temple of Cloud
red Sun emerges, humble and tentative
rising into a perfect portal
greater than sight
to think you might be:
aggressive, competitive, defensive, hopeful, ambitious
lessons taught with a glance
weeping nostril of the rock
speak of distant futures
graves in the Rainforest
leaves and great vines shower
writhing with life:
Cockroaches and Maggots
here is a gift.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
I did the drawings at completely random times. I made a spreadsheet on my computer that made random times, and entered the times into my watch. My alarm would go off, and I'd draw.
The drawings are also in random directions and attitudes (up/down-ness). So there are floors, skies, leaves, lots of ceilings, keyboards, signs, desks, cars, trees.
Eventually, times came up when I couldn't, or wouldn't, draw, when the alarm went off. I filled these in with black spaces.
I'm presenting the hundred pages (along with another work) at the Yukon Arts Center as part of their Summer exhibition. In doing so, I've decided to reflect on the drawings, and on my sense of time and memory. At first I was going to just put them up in a grid, but I'm realizing that that's not how I see time, necessarily. At the least, it's not the way I want to represent time. And it's certainly not the way I remember those hundred days. I'm not a human calculator. Time is way more fluid than what I see on a calendar, and it's interrelated with memory, feelings.
The final installation will probably be about 14 feet high, and sprawl across the wall. We'll see. Still lots of work to do - remembering, recording, experimenting, tracing, feeling. Responding to the images that are already there. A diagram of real time, which is not always measurable on a watch.
Monday, April 22, 2013
If I were a deer I'd feel safer passing through this place.
The solution (this time) is to look where I'm going,
look away from the machine I hear him operating.
Fully inhabit the trail
deer steps man steps ape steps
the machine fades
in the hills
look like you got somewhere to go
someone gardening says hi
say hi back
he turns away, unaware
of what I just was