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Constructing a work space


Securing and preparing the site,  framing

whatever is to be observed to that it can

be seen and held in focus,  penetrating

the matter in question in order to

understand it better... all of this

could be said of what we do in the gallery.

 

 

 

The work space  itself is a work of art,

changing shape in response

to whatever is placed within it. 

 

 


Side by side


Returning to work after four days away, it is about re-orientation to the gallery space, and to our shared projects.

Collage is a surprising way to see what we are up to and where we are situated now. It sets us up for the week ahead.

Getting Better

Being sick is a big 'STOP' sign, nothing else is possible, you just have to wait for the sky to open up and be clear again.

 

 

Orange you glad you're not sick!

Stuffed Up!


Nothing is as it seems


In the box but not of it


 

 

It often seems that we are surrounded on all sides, demands, expectations, things happening all the time.

We are always spinning, as if suspended by a thin thread.  And sometimes there is a moment, a pause 

when time stands still and I return to a sense of wholeness and energy..

A moment.

 

 

What changes and what stays the same?



Today we are four

 

 

It has been awhile since the 'core four' have worked together,

Vivian Felsen, Eron Boyd, Sae Kimura and deborah harris.

Today we met at the oval table and this is the result of our lively and at times profound exchange.

 

 

W  E  L  C  O  M  E

                                                         "This morning I found a chair placed in the space,

                                                            it invited me to sit and to pause and look."

Friends



Into the sunset



Through the doorway


A door between two spaces

 

an opening we can move through 

going out or coming in

and the invisible barrier of a window

which lets us see the other side.

 

 

This doorway is to the Allen Garden conservatory located between Carlton and Gerrard Street east.

This doorway is the main entrance on the Palm building constructed in 1910.

 

The act of creating

 

 

 

 

 

 

We began with a question, 'what is the language of gesture?' An idea arrives,

not as words but as a vision, not quite distinct. We search for and find materials to make the vision manifest. But then the process begins and materials have a mind of their own, conforming to weight and gravity, light and shadow and what happens is something of a miracle, a total surprise

that we feel privileged to be witness to.


Remembering


Fire

we circle round it, turn our faces towards it 

for warmth, for light, for the transformation of food. 

our first and ongoing necessity is to feed ourselves,

in times of abundance and scarcity.

 

hands collect the seeds, plant the seeds, care for their growth, harvest the crop 

hands build the fire, cook the food, hold it to our mouth to eat.

 

Sometimes through grace and effort we are able to amass a surplus

it is only then that we are afforded the possibility of reflection,

to consider our existence here on earth,

to observe what we have discovered and to share that knowledge with words.

 

 

 


Hand




A story of three

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            The one who waits...


             

 

 

 

 

 

 

             The one who comes...


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

              The one who watches...


Foggy morning at the Brick Works




Photos taken by Ayokah Beauchamp

Seen


 

 

Collage,  stories,  the body 

all the things we do, are mediums

that hide and show what's hidden. 

 

 

 

excerpt from Rumi

collage by deborah harris

image of sculpture by Rodin

Drawing a line on the floor

Which way is up?


The birth of language



This is the beginning of a new body of work showing in the Genesis Gallery at Arcturus

where we are exploring the universal language of gesture found in the expressions of hands.

walking on clouds

 

How can a wet slab of sidewalk contain the sun and sky and all the branches of a tree? It seems to be a doorway into another world that we need only step into. 

 


Happy Valentine's Day


The Language of Objects

petal   boot   shadow   wrench

     each word has such a different weight

each makes a different sound when it falls to the ground

landing softly or with a heavy thud or metallic clang

words call meaning to them

and speak for us. 

 


The Language of Gesture

7th Century Japanese Scroll

Hand photos taken by Ayokah Beauchamp and Sae Kimura


Billboard at College and Elizabeth St.


Slippery When Wet!

Weather is always a surprise and sometimes, like yesterday evening, it transforms something we see as ordinary and even dreary

into a magical crystalized landscape.


The Travelers


LEAVING THE HERD

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Travelers  Part II



   INTO  THE  UNKNOWN


Notes on a string


A musical score composed in Japan.

Still in the engine room


Around the table we meet to converse and collage and share coffee. 

New friends can be found here.

Welcome to the 'engine room' (where things get started)


This is just one corner of the basement studio where visitors are welcome to come and see the abundance of work 

that is created here, a treasure trove of paintings, collage, sculpture and found objects enough to inspire any imagination. 

So many I's

'Constructing an Identity' is the name of the body of work by Eron Boyd now showing in the collage gallery.

This quote by C.S. Lewis and miniature sculpture 

seems to describe something of that search for ' I '.


A long climb


To get from the bottom to the top we build stairs

objects and forms are shaped by necessity

Meeting someone from the past


                                                     All of the above collages began with a photocopy image of this photograph

                                                    'Portrait of a Young Writer" held in the archives of the Jewish Public Library in                                                              Montreal. Each of us was inspired to enter into a relationship with the                                                                            original portrait and in the process of collage I think we all came to see and                                                                    appreciate the character even more.  As much as she has been transformed in

                                                     these works a strong trace of her remains.

 

                                                         


Where are we?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today we watched this little guy and wondered

is this a rabbit with cropped ears and long tail?



                                                                                  Squirrels are welcome here.

Today



                                                        Today the sun is like the moon

                                                        the carpet is like the earth 

                                                        and the small cut paper is like a bird

 

                                                       And what of the lines running from side to side?

 

                                                       They are like the conversation between us

                                                       straight, unimpeded, true.

 

 

 

                                                        Today's photos taken by Ed Drass

Looking with eyes wide open

There and back again


A triad of opposites...

 

These three collages were done

at our first coming together again in the new year,

 

 

 

 

Sae Kimura


It is easy to see how each of the pieces are different

but can you also see the way in which they connect. 

Finding what it is that we share

is always a surprising example of communication.

 

Eron Boyd

                                         deborah harris

 


Passing on the news

Are we willing to receive good news?

or to even consider the news we receive as good?

or more important can we be witness to what is happening

in order to learn about ourselves. 

 

On Martin Luther King's Day his niece wrote:  "I pray that all polar opposites learn to Agape Love, live and work together as brothers and sisters--- or perish as fools."


At the station


If only I had wings


  The popular name now for a Japanese kite is Tako -

  The symbol for tako is made from two characters :  凧



which means wind and



 which means piece of cloth.

 

put them together and you get the symbol for kite

a kite is a call to the wind
holding the string
we are lifted.

 

A conversation between us


 

 

On the bridge looking towards the hills

on the shore looking towards the bridge

            sending a message

          swift as the kite flies



View from my room

after the sake, after the champagne,
the day arrives, as it always does,
as it never does,
expected but unpredictable.


Lighting the way

On New Year's Eve we walked to the shrine closest to our home.
They had fire and lights and sake to welcome the people who came to visit and pray.



A blessing for the new year


Hovering between this year and the next  

one eye open, one eye closed

murmuration a halo of movement and sound surrounding

 

 

 

 

The Sae half of our collaboration is going to her other home in Japan for a visit and will send us photos from there beginning next week on the third of January. We look forward to starting the new year with you.

 

 

Looking up

Painting by Eric McConnachie  done while visiting the gallery.

This is the feeling that we are looking for

and this is what we wish for you this holiday season.

Put on your party hat, giddy-up and go!


Christmas is all well and good...

but it's a bit of a hard climb.

Different ways of seeing


Yesterday both Sae and I discovered the evidence of mouse quite independent of each other,

in places close to where we work, behind the computer and the toaster oven and coffee maker at home.

So, I wondered what that might be pointing at. Every creature has a very particular perspective

based on their size, physical body, the way they move in their environment.

The mouse sees things close up but does not have much of an overview.

It's the details that I seem to have been overlooking of late and not looking behind what is most obvious.

Any reminder to challenge our habitual way of looking is good.  

Books and mice don't rhyme



Today the books arrived

and hopefully the mice (just discovered by unsanitary evidence) will depart. 

We are asking them politely to pack their bags and leave.

 

 

Mouse portrait by Daniel Hanequand.

End of the year Open House


Please visit 80 Gerrard East for an Open House
from noon to five p.m. tomorrow.

Refreshments will be served and all the galleries will be open.
The new exhibit: "what is necessity?"

THIS WAY UP


We have changed the exhibit in the collage and ascending galleries to respond to the title 'higher up and further in'.

The E.J. Gold gallery continues to show Daniel Hanequand's 'a human landscape'
and all of his work from previous shows can be viewed in video format in the Gold library.

Daniel Hanequand's original drawings can be seen at the gallery and purchased from the artist's estate.

Higher up and farther in




ladder and bowl
hat and ball
the language of objects
precise and evocative
known in the body




Work on exhibit in the collage gallery
at Arcturus.


Stop the ride I wanna get off


 

Sometimes being sick is like standing still, spinning in place
wondering when can I get off this not so merry go'round.
When we're sick it's hard to remember what it feels like to be well
and when we are well it's hard to remember (thank goodness) being sick.


Please get well Miss Sae.
It's much more fun doing the blog with you.

 

Just rolling along...


 

Why balls?

Play. We need to play.

 


All you need is light


 

 

 

 

 

Today was a hard day to wake up but by the time it was dark we found the light.

 

 

 


                                 

                                      Collages:  'the wakers'  by Eron

                                                                          'higher up and farther in'  by Sae

                                                         'oliphant'  by deborah


'Tis the season...'

Today Sae and I finished our first book, a documentation of the exhibition which 

is appearing now at gallery arcturus and seen in part in the photo above entitled,-

'w h a t   i s   n e c e s s i t y ?' . Christmas is a time when scarcity and excess 

are glaring and so it seems an appropriate time to consider 'what is necessity' not as 

an expression of poverty but as a recognition of how little is needed to give us a sense

of fullness and satisfaction.  


...and we are still holding on


It's a fine thread


simple but not easy


We are building a new show, singing bowls, and honey all of a golden hue looking to find 'what is necessity' 

 

Three faces

sleepy blue eyes

sad blue eyes

curious blue eyes

something so comforting to be seen by these eyes

that have somehow appeared like magic on the sidewalk out front

 

 


Alchemy


turning pollen into gold

 

honey

 

 

an installation at gallery arcturus, 

part of the new show 'what is necessity'


Looking from many sides



What leads to questioning?


What does it look like when two friends share questions

questions without easy answers

that ask us to look inside to what we know,

   in the body and in the shadows that stretch out from us.

The same questions take on such different appearances

when we let them enter,

like looking at an elephant from different sides of the same room. 

Held Within


This sculpture has a strong quiet presence that invites me also to be quiet,

respectful not to intrude upon the space he occupies.

I am reminded that such a space exists within each of us.

A private space, self contained  and precious.  

Three portraits, with smoke and mirrors and listening


Sculpted in Light           (and TGIF)



 

 

         Sculpture by Floyd Kuptana

         (our in-residence rock star)

Unexpected Visitors

 

 

 

                     collages by eron boyd

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

         collage by deborah harris


 

 

 

 

                                         collage/drawing by sae kimura


I love working here


 

 

 

 

Sculpture by Floyd Kuptana

 

Table set by Eron Boyd

 

plates washed after by Sae Kimura. 

 

Treat eaten by all.

 

 

 

Obstacles along the way


a metal gate

a twisted rope

a pile of rocks 

 

on the right path but walking backwards

 

 

Remembering


How do I remember what I have never known?

 

I will remember this field of flags 

blowing in the wind 

a thousand gestures and one gesture 

I can receive.

 

 

A Visitation

Today we congregated in the basement studio for a lunchtime feast

a celebration and meeting of a little-little one

daughter of a daughter of a daughter... 

who with her very smallness calls us

to circle in wonder 



A couple of chairs



 

and me...

 

being seen.

 

 

 

Mistakes are the mother of invention


Holding Possibility


Friends walking under bridges.

 

Today walking through the valley

everything alive and breathing

everything  colour and fragrance

that sense when taste and smell combine

to describe the earth as somewhere we inhabit

up and down and side to side  

we are surrounded


For every light there is a shadow

 

 

There was a moment like this today

clear and bright and sharp

a moment when time stopped 

and then began again.


Keep your eye on the ball!

Returning to the work space after the weekend we sit down together to each do a collage just to find out who and where we are today.  It is always a surprise.

 

 

Collages from left to right by Eron Boyd, deborah harris, SAE KIMURA


Saturday is the Reception,  please come!

Lost and Found

 so many things are supposed to be done by now

but so many things have not been done yet

straight lines are twisted

things I remembered are forgotten

I want to know how I got so lost

and how I got back to somewhere that I know

 

...I followed the thread home.

 

 


Somewhere

An alley seems a different world. 

"Where is this place,

so close to noise and traffic 

and so far away?"

 

Behind what we usually see 

is something else,

a red door,

a bright light.

 

"All the lines go in." she says

"All the lines go up and out." says the other

Who knows?

You can turn left or right 

or go back the way you came.

 

 

 

 

 

 


Looking for red

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today attention is diffused

 

light and dark filtered through water in a glass

 

no clear shapes or direction  

 

patterns of thoughts meandering...

 

 



...and then for just a moment 

 

light and dark 

 

spiral into rose.



A feeling of contentment


 

 

Drawing by Daniel Hanequand on exhibit at Gallery Arcturus.


nnneeh!!  (the sound an Irritant makes)

 

We all have little Irritants

 

that follow us around 

 

poking,  pricking,  pinching

 

trying to get us to react.

 

Tiny pointed red shoes

 

kicking us in the shins.

 

 

How many breaths must be exhaled

 

how many balloons must be filled 

 

to lift us up and away. 

 


Which end is up?

                                                        A Conundrum.


Pointing to something

 

A word calls what it means to itself.  The word is the perfect container for its meaning.

 

A line is a movement, a gesture

 

a line has direction, and energy and the possibility of reminding us of something that we know

 

 

not only as an image in our head 

 

but as a sensation in our body.

 

 

TGIF  (or maybe not)

The quieting sound of one bowl ringing

the moment before

 

the moment after 

 

in between

 

 is the sound

 



Trying to stay on our toes

Tomorrow we may fall off 

but today ends with us all dancing on, what may be small,

but satisfying achievements.

 

Above is a section of a drawing by Daniel Hanequand.


What is  a Necessity?

the 'right' hat

 

a place to stand

 

a way in and a way out

 

perspective

 

the proximity of others

 

a reminder of flight

 

red shoes

 

a measure of comfort and space between

 

something round

 

the play of colour

 

 

art.

 

 

Off into the sunset...


Poetry



Observing Attention


 Watching something being constructed  is very different than simply seeing the finished construction.

I get a sense of the weight and largeness of it and of how it could fall and break .

My work is done with pencil and paper.

It takes time and concentration too but I am not wrestling physically with my materials.

 

Today we made alterations in this installation to accommodate the new work of Daniel Hanequand.

 

It is exciting being witness to change. 

 

These plaster pillars were created by Ramona Zoladek in November 2014.

They were installed in this configuration by Lee Harris.  (shown above)

Simple but not easy

Sometimes our conversation leads us to wonder

and what is usually kept small and contained explodes

sending seeds flying in every direction.

 

Maybe it is possible to travel to a new place

holding a seed

carried by the wind.

 

Walking towards winter


Signed. sealed, delivered.


carefully wrapped and stamped and carried 

from hand to hand

on truck and boat and plane

A package sent

and delivered

 

to you.

 

Strawberries are a celebration


Enter


Cool, clear, water