"I had never envisioned myself wearing a backpack larger than my torso and leading my husband through ancient live oaks on a donkey, wowing each village in turn like Christ's entry into Jerusalem, but then again, I never did have much imagination."

The Wallcreeper by Nell Zink


"Clouds and blue sky, of course, are how Buddhists explain the nature of our mind: there may be clouds passing across it, but that doesn't mean a blue sky isn't always there behind the obscurations. All you need is the patience to sit still until the sky is blue shows up again."

The Art of Stillness by Pico Iyer


"Stale metaphors reproduce stale thinking. Mixed metaphors confuse...Observing that we have waged wars on poverty and drugs as well as cancer, Susan Sontag writes, 'Abuse of the military metaphor may be inevitable in a capitalist society, a society that increasingly restricts the scope and credibility of appeals to ethical principle'...Our bodies are not war machines that attack everything...but gardens where, under the right conditions, we live in balance with many other organisms."  

On Immunity by Eula Biss


At Craft Ontario Gallery until May 2, 2015
Artist Statement:
"On the one hand, there are our desires and yearnings; on the other, reality. And in between there is a wide gap filled with our very human day-to-day struggles while we live, work and play. Dreams and reality bumping up against each other manifest in odd juxtapositions, quirky coincidence, and endearing fumbles. My current work reflects my interest in exploring our adaptation as we wander around - mostly lost - improvising in this rocky terrain. I contemplate our humanity and find beauty amongst the overfamiliar artifacts of our, particularly pop, culture."

Lynne Heller's Pillflowers


"...so from there I decided to continue walking down Sexta Avenida under the splendid morning sunshine, not allowing the bad smells and the garbage in the street to soil my soul, content to think no passerby or street vendor could intuit my thoughts, walking in the direction of the restaurant of the Hotel de Centro, where the buffet of local cuisine would be my Sunday breakfast throughout my stay in that city, at a time of day when only the disturbance came from a marimba that at regular intervals attacked the clientele, but such disturbances were a plague common to all restaurants. Life is marvelous, I exclaimed to myself..."

Senselessness by Horacio Castellanos Moya


Aerial view - Zaatari camp for Syrian refugees in Jordan

Porteous and Smith (2001) coined the term 'domicide' for the intentional destruction of one’s home by another. Domicide, or even the possibility of it, causes significant psychological effects yet it remains an understudied phenomenon. We know little about the effects on children and families as a social system.

"Art that has emerged across Canada over the past ten years dealing with the struggles for and about home has been predominantly the work of indigenous artists and immigrants to Canada who are familiar with forced displacement," writes Quebec artist Devora Neumark. Invited to present a talk at OCAD recently, Neumark spoke about her work in the context of the "problematics of belonging" and the relationship of home beautification to one's sense of narrative continuity.

Devora Neumark on 'domicide'


"I felt that I could swim for miles, out into the ocean: a desire for freedom, an impulse to move, tugged at me as though it were a thread fastened to my chest. It was an impulse I knew well, and I had learned that it was not the summons from a larger world I used to believe it to be. It was simply a desire to escape from what I had. The thread led nowhere, except into ever expanding wastes of anonymity. I could swim out into the sea as far as I liked, if what I wanted was to drown. Yet this impulse, this desire to be free, was still compelling to me: I still, somehow, believed in it, despite having proved that everything about it was illusory."  

Outline by Rachel Cusk


Bridget Moser, Asking for a friend, 2013, 9:56.

If I eventually achieve some sort of balance, should I expect to feel better? Or more successful? Is successful the same thing as better?”

Bridget Moser's 'Asking for a Friend' at Vtape


This is a photo from a prior show, but at YYZ gallery Rude's gold aluminum mirror rhombohedrons are being shown in near-darkness and the effect is breathtaking. They look like debris from another, better planet, from utopia maybe, miraculously and mysteriously intact. Such beauty so coldly rendered.

From Sarah Robayo Sheridan's text on the exhibition:

"Gold mirror is a recurrent medium in Jade Rude’s installations. It is a material that evokes divergent affiliations: both the high-end optic technology of space missions but also a plastic world’s answer to consumer-grade luxury. Rude’s industrial sheeting offers a more glamorous update to the mirrored surfaces of earthworks of yore, while nevertheless following on the turnabout prompted by American minimalism that made industrial fabrication the new gold standard in art. Indeed, Rude’s favoring of conditions of installation in which “the physical body and surrounding architecture become enmeshed” aligns perfectly with the battle cry of minimalism in the 1960s. Yet in this particular foray, Rude also appropriates a specific image referent as her starting point - the mysterious solid that stars in Albrecht Dürer’s now five-centuries-old engraving Melencolia I (1514). Based on what most scholars agree to be a truncated rhombohedron rendered in the etching, Rude has extrapolated a three-dimensional structure that she deploys in modular repetition, stacking and distributing these units in clusters across the gallery space. The resulting rhombic building blocks are scaled to multiple sizes and are placed according to subjective decisions of arrangement that the artist has negotiated in relationship to the physical footprint of the gallery. The dispersal of the forms across the site is formally linked to phenomena of accrual and multiplication common in the natural landscape. The repeating units also offer refractions of the surrounding environment and its visitors framed in the mirrored facets of the solids, which act like prisms distributing light in a theatrical staging of the forms. The resulting installation balances between sculptural, pictorial and performative concerns - both carefully laid rock garden and hall of mirrors."

On til March 7

Jade Rude at YYZ Gallery


The standard Coupland criticism: too witty, too flippant, not political or aggressive or profound enough.  But his work satisfies me deeply - I'm so starved, as a Canadian, for contemporary art that speaks to me in the language of my own cultural identity that I'm overcome with delight by nearly everything he produces. Here you are, here we are, this is us, look at us, his work says to me, and no one else has said it so loudly, so specifically, so ingeniously. It's very gratifying. I'm also extremely charmed by the work as a physical manifestation of an endlessly restless, inventive, industrious mind, able to successfully realize its many creative impulses. His dual career provokes in me a powerful sort of pride-envy. The convenience store ice chest at MOCCA, perfectly reproduced with only the addition of a small, bloody leak, strikes me as a sinister visual narrative, though of course it can also be interpreted as a metaphor or a comment. I thought for a long time of the many gas stations I've visited in my life, where this chest often sits. How alike those places are, no matter where. They have what author Lisa Margonelli calls a "clannish ugliness," describing them as "a crime scene before the fact." 
"Is there a better-known, bigger, more zeitgeisty guy in contemporary Canadian art than Douglas Coupland, OC, OBC?" the Globe and Mail asked recently and the answer is a depressing nope. But there should be -- or at least there should be more Douglas Couplands. Why aren't there more multidisciplinarians like him?  And why aren't there other high profile artists his age in Canada? What's wrong with our art schools, our government arts funding, our societal valuation of artists, that Douglas Coupland is such an anomaly? We must be suffocating so many dreams here. That, or somehow Canadians are just largely and irrevocably unartistic as a people.
On til April 19.

Douglas Coupland at MOCCA