July 2012
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July 25, 2012
I could hear the sounds coming up Parker Street. It’s the house with the big renoviction sign outside of it. I wait until there is a pause in the music before I ring the doorbell. There used to be several doorbells, and now there’s just the one. Justin pops open the door and says look around. He runs back up and the music resumes. The house with the knob on the spire is onto its third...
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Bananas
“Are DJs artists”?
“Come look at my work. I think you’ll really like it.”
Clarice Lispector understands the emptiness of words.
I watched a seagull eat a crab at crab park. The park was not named after this.
I have not seen anyone shotgun a beer in a while. Especially a bureaucrat.
Dynamo’s done, but what’s 99?
That was a good jam, but the drummer...
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Night Shift, Or Gallery, Brady Cranfield and Jamie...
Image credit: Brady Cranfield and Jamie Hilder, Nightshift, 2012
Paint is thin. Time is not. I guess it’s a good didactic panel, but what a terrible exhibition. The white cube just got whiter. The white cube is reinforced 45 times. Am I losing my mind? People really like this.
Titanium dioxide is an economic indicator. So what. So is the invisibility of labour. The sound is alien, like...
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July 23, 2012
The entire week has been a daze. I have no memory in nice weather. But Sally Späth was a surprise. I’m glad I stopped in and that Nicole turned on the lights. She is all business, but it’s just a sign of the times. The night is warmer than the day and I walk in a circle down Hastings and back up Pender. I change my mind and want to take the bus. No one speaks to me except for Tonik,...
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M. Dragu Museum, Richmond International Film and...
Image credit: Margaret Dragu, Verb Woman, photo by Emilio Rojas
Her smile at the end was the best. Because, how do we relive the archive? Especially our own in the present moment. Nostalgia is too simple. Plundering not helpful. Re-staging is too political, and chronological too clinical. Retrospectives are hard for everyone, because it just requires so much commitment from the likes of you...
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July 14, 2012
It’s finally happened. I am now that person cycling around Stanley Park on a Saturday morning. Does this make me a populist? I should have left time for lunch though, as my stomach is rumbling through the entire KSW reading. I’ve been meaning to go to something of theirs, but familiar names are motivating. Only, the familiar is also the strangest, the odd one out, and in this case,...
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July 13, 2012 (Friday the 13th)
These three guys in knee length shorts were passing around a 2L jug of Grower’s cider, taking turns swigging from the plastic bottle. The biggest of the three kept stepping off the curb and charging at the cabs waiting outside of the Waldorf. The bottle cap rolled out of somebody’s hands and a big deal was made about it. It was getting close to 1 a.m., but the air was still thick from...
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Recent thoughts
“That article was terrible. I want to respond. I thought they were sticklers for fact checking? Is curatorial authorship not a fact?”
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“what the fuck is representation? narratives have become epic failures and I am interested in this failure. I cannot locate a written statement about writing and curating as it is a form that keeps shifting. this is not a cop out. I...
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Field trip to Victoria
I thought Victoria was suppose to be boring. It might still be, but I spent too much time at a board meeting that day to ever really know. The heat wave has made the morning light into a haze. It’s been nice enough in the city, but out in Tsawwassen, the haze becomes a glistening fog. The ferry trip actually reminds me of Scotland. I haven’t been reminded of Scotland in a while. Not in...
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Post IMAA Summit 2012 Thoughts
About four years ago I went to Red Deer, Alberta, to attend a regional “media arts” conference as an independent arts writer and cultural worker. I wrote about my observations archived here.
Before Red Deer, I had only ever attended film festivals or art panels, and I left my first Red Deer feeling massively confused as to what media art was suppose to be. We watched regional short...
