Friend, “Artists are antennas for the future, that’s why they have to be so sensitive. You’re just a well lubricated antennae” – a very comforting, although perhaps ‘egotistical’ thought, I can work with that, this really helps my soul!
– I entered a poetry slam for the first time at the Cathedral Village Arts Festival! After at first feeling terribly self conscious and in no way intending to participate, I was thankfully convinced otherwise and wrote this piece called, ‘Hearts Need a Place’.
-These are my business cards! Each one is individually kissed by myself or someone I’ve kissed, ahah. I was of course doing this at some early am hour the night/day of the festival street fair so I enlisted the help of my friends Jera and Martin, to get them all done in time.
Thank you to Shawn Fulton for these photos of my friend Eric and I “working” (playing photoshoot) at the booth/store/homebase. This next photo is off a friend named Imari who’s only 6, but can play the violin like you would not believe. He was kind of like the highlight of the festival, shhhhhhhhh don’t tell the other artists, and also, his outfit! common.
– Also at the festival, was the launch of an arts publication, put together by my very good friend Katherine Boyer, called ‘The Crop‘. K-boy, as we call her, an artist and just total jem who specializes in printmaking, conceived the concept with Michelle Brownridge and Ian Jestadt, then collected the artwork and printed it herself (wonder woman anyone?).
And, in the (loveliest) of Crops, I had a piece published called, ‘Hello, My Name Is, I’ve Missed you’ which is a painting done in india ink, based on a photograph of my father when he was younger (like, early thirties) and the feeling that I have of constantly meeting (and loving) these younger, different variations of men who remind me of him.
Lately to be continued…
Here’s a long over due list of things I’ve been up to since returning from the States.
-I went to my very first roller derby game. Man are those girls kick ass and do they ever know how to party! They could almost get even a wuss like me into skates.
-Regina is so 1992 grunge and alley ways rule.
I felt this makeshift graffiti was timely considering the upcoming election.
3 guesses who I’m voting for. Hint: think woman in the arts.
-The first SaskFashion Week event was held downtown this May (see more on this later in the post). On the Thursday night some friends and I were dancing at O’Hanlons, our only downtown pub, and wanted to crash the after party when it had closed down. About 20 other people had the same idea and had pulled up in cars and on longboards surrounding the Legion, but there was definitely no party happening. (turns out we had the wrong location, which actually worked out really well in our favor)
We called around but no one even had an available house without sleeping roommates.
Then someone suggested we rent a hotel room downtown. Genius.
We tried to be sneaky, all going through the parkade and in the back door while a guy with incredible eye lashes put the room on his credit card, but they later called our room to say that they knew exactly what we were doing, and just to be quiet or they’d kick us out.
Crazy, ridiculous things happen when you stick 20 twenty-somethings in a two bed hotel room at 3am. It’s like entering an alternative universe where you’re the only people left on earth except the hotel maids and security guards, who don’t even try to stop a group of you running barefoot from elevator to swimming pool.
Yes, we went swimming at 5am in our underwear. Yes, we watched the sunrise, stuck our heads really far out of the window and screamed our respective ‘fuck yous’ to the sky. Yes, various people did drugs, ate too much pizza, made out platonically and had sex.
Yes, it’s really fun to be reckless and spontaneous and young.
Tickets for each night of SFW runway shows were $60 which is fair but a little disappointing since largely because of this, the only young/creatively employed people I know who went were those who’d been a part of the event in some way. Thankfully for myself, on Friday and Saturday I was given free tickets courtesy of my boss lady Lisa Wicklund at SEED, since she couldn’t make it.
(also, if you check out our site, I wrote the opening blurb and list for the ‘WhySeed’ page – it’s a cool world when you get paid to write about things you’re proud to be a part of!)
So, I had a lot of fun getting dressed up for the events, and went alone. It was a really interesting experience, like stepping into this whole other side of a world I’ve never really been a part of. Through SEED I’ve worked on photo shoots and runway shows and talked directly with designers and helped to put on events, but it’s always been ‘uber-indie’ – like, myself and Lisa and a few other friends getting together to create our own advertisements on Sunday afternoons or at the store late at night. We do things in this way because we’re small and our ideas are too big to wait. This works well for people like us, and it’s the world I see myself most likely working in for most of my personal career (career=hopefully).
Here I am! Wearing vintage and an upcycled dress by 88 Queen St. from SEED.
But, what I saw at SFW was a well oiled machine consisting of hundreds of people. Hair and makeup stylists from all over the province had come, more than twenty designers and something like 8 stores (SEED wasn’t one of them) from around the city had runway shows and every night was sold out. Corporate sponsors played an essential role in the funding, and there was someone assigned to every possible task – the opposite of indie, where everyones constantly juggling various roles and usually paying out of their pocket to start -up. My impression is that the overall vision was more important than any individual person, although accommodated accordingly I’m sure, because the event was marketed to the masses. This is okay if that’s what you want, but personally, I felt a bit like an alien. It became incredibly clear to me (and I don’t mean this in the negative sense necessarily) that things never change much from being in high school. Once again I found myself familiarly sitting at the back of the room wearing upcycled and vintage, amidst a sea of every latest trend and floating between the barista girls, DJ boys and filmmaker nerds.
Also, eating free horderves, people watching and getting your picture taken is always a good time in my opinion, and though the work put into each show and the event overall is absolutely admirable, in all honesty, not many of the clothes featured were my personal taste. But, the hair on Friday night was totally killer, and the pieces I would wear, I really loved, especially those by Settler and Katherine Sthamann.
The after parties, however could not compare to the hotel room party, just saying.
-This is the sort of thing I come home to on a regular old night. I live with two dapper boys invested in habits like regular cribbage games and an admirable knowledge of alcohol.
-Survival skillz. No big deal my girlfriends are suuuuuuuuuper hardcore.
On May 17th a collective of artists got together and put on an even named ‘Fuego (Fire)’ at the Performing Arts Center. Various bands played, including Indigo Joseph and The Pile of Bones Brass Band, a variety of dance companies performed, like these gorgeous belly dancers, and a bunch of artists set up festival style, including myself (at the last possible minute, of course). The event had a really fantastic turnout for the first of it’s kind and it was really great thing just have all of those people in the same room together, yah know?
Lately, to be continued…Arts festivals and arts publications and poems and performances.
“Why would anyone go digging around in their insides and emotions?”
“Well, because I’m a poet, and that’s what poets do.”
I laughed so hard at this point, almost spitting beer onto the person in front of me. I would say that this is what many artists do, or at least what I do, in making art. I have often felt like I cannot accurately interpret or process my experiences unless I’ve made art about them, like I cannot understand my life, or myself, until it’s been reflected back at me.
Magicians need direction. Chaos needs structure. Creativity needs a place.
I am a hurricane and this blog will be my container.