This note is a thank you note. Thank you to my wife and kids for supporting my artist residency at Contemporary Calgary. Thank you to my Mom and my Mother and Father-In-Law for caring for our kids in order to help me have the hours to put into my making. Thank you to Connie Goodwin for helping me to hold myself capable for balancing all the pieces of myself so that I can continue to build my art practice. Of course thank you to Rocio Graham (again) for valuing the art making of mothers. Thanks to the Contemporary Calgary team for the space and exposure to opportunity. Thank you Justine, Signy and Jacob for checking in on the residents and Kate for my wonderful new material. Thank you to all my donators (friends and family) of worn out clothing (and for the meaningful gesture of support of my practice). Thank you Colliders for existing with me in this strange land of art making and sharing. Thank you Luke Lindoe Library staff for continuing to support artists research even after they are no longer your students. And most recently thank you Hesam Rezai (and Contemporary Calgary) for offering this free photography class to a human who will always be scrambling to keep up with changes in technology.
I brought my family to the Centennial Planetarium to check out Contemporary Calgary's new home base last night and we were all activated. The kids breathed in every nook and cranny and started to make this space part of their hub. We were happy to speak with artists Bill Gardner, Alberta Rose, Jennifer Ireland, Cody Cox and Ali Caesar about their current practice in the Collider space. It was also so wonderful to engage in conversations with my wife Sandy and our friend Sheena about Brutalism and the exhibition of Clemens Gritl's futuristic visions. If you haven't been down to become part of the transition it really is worth your time and is open to the public Thursday evenings and Sundays until September when it will have regular gallery hours.
I am the same as any other working parent. Every day I have to make choices regarding nurturing my kids, spending time with my partner, cleaning the house, running the errands or making my work. The difference is, that as an artist who currently works out of my home (and incidentally, I am also meaningfully employed at a work place on the weekends) I feel guilty choosing research and maintenance of my art practice over the needs of my family. This is partially due to the fact that the time invested is not obviously maintained by a regular paycheque like "regular jobs". But art is my contribution to the world outside of my love that I share with my family and clients. I need to develop this practice and therefore need to shake this mentality once and for all. I have decided to blog every time I need to purge the guilt to give myself permission to dig into my gift I have to offer to this world. I figure it can also help others to do the same. Contribute your gift friends!
It is that time again when I am looking for donations of your stained, holey and worn out clothing to be used as material for a project that I will be working on. I can come to you to pick it up and would be forever grateful. Please get in touch with me if you have items to contribute. firstname.lastname@example.org.
Elephant Artist Relief (EAR) is an incredible, although not well known, tiny organization that does great things. I have volunteered on the Board as it's secretary for 2 years now, and have witnessed this wonderful community of people support many local artists who found themselves in need, be it for financial support, information about completing their taxes or to showcase their art in the public forum. It is with a heavy heart that I say adieu to this role but not to it's people, as I plan on continuing to volunteer and support it's future endeavours. Thank you EAR for all that you do!
Thank you to all of you that have contributed to my mending experience this last few months. It has been an invaluable exchange for me to explore the holes that your bodies have created in the clothing you wear everyday and to create new textures within that space. It is more important than ever to cherish our relationship to our clothing and the industry that exists to sustain us and I appreciate wear immensely.
Dusting, spraying, wiping, shifting, sweeping, vacuuming.
Maintaining space, creating space, sharing space.
What a privilege to be part of the process of these two creative creatures
I woke early from a dream this morning where I was anxiously engaged in presenting my art practice to an audience on the floor of the IKG. After I allowed myself a few minutes of post dream malaise, I crept out of my room quietly, in order to not wake my wife or children so that I could engage with my space, our space, as an artist. This was my opportunity to practice. I spent the next hour moving the objects that I would normally tidy and put away for my family into non-normalizing arrangements across the floor and domestic surfaces. On a daily basis I start my day creating order in the home and have come to understand that this sort of organizing is joy draining for not only myself, but for everyone around me. My dream reminded me that my practice is about challenging social norms by rearranging every day objects in such a way that they become markers for re-evaluation.
After my "exercise", I sat down with a cup of coffee and the latest Canadian Art Magazine that Santa gave me in my stocking. After reading Saelan Tweedy's, Living With Crisis, I looked up to see this image of our Christmas tree with an arrangement exercise in front of it. It made me wonder, would anyone be interested in me representing this moment of my life in a gallery or alternate space for the Christmas season next year? If you would care to engage with me please contact me through this underused Blog. My next attempt to reach out using my webpage.
A website and a blog. Starting today I will attempt to connect to the world outside of the womb of ACAD by projecting my work into the world of the internet. I love the otherness of art and how it pushes us to communicate with one another in a way that cannot be defined with words. I hope to connect with you in some sort of exchange in our future and look forward to creating new meaning and understanding your ideas and perspectives. May our paths intersect.