I have built my house
out of pieces of my life
old and new.
The pieces fit together
sometimes in strange ways
leaning a little to the left
or to the right.
Behind the walls and windows
lives a theatre of characters,
performing a dramatic balancing act.
We are in love.
Watching this being move and surface, swim close and look unblinkingly at us inspires a long slow outbreath. I guess we just can't help but tune ourselves to its rhythm,
unhurried, steady and perfectly content in the world that s/he is immersed in.
On our Thursday hunt we met our friend Joachim on the street and asked him if he knew where we could find an old slide projector. He replied that he had one in his basement and would bring it to the gallery on Tuesday. He did. The metronome has also been added and wound up to keep an even, steady pulse. These are the latest installments to the theater, newly named 'Theater of Perpetual Motion and Continuous Surprise'.
This is something of a tall story, clouds can't really be grumpy and balls aren't usually as big as cows.
But for the best part of the day I seemed to be under a little cloud and I was definitely grumpy.
Now the cloud is the best new edition to the 'theatre'.
Bad moods can sometimes be an inspiration.
Today is a day for building things. Small things like bird legs and wings and a little bird body
and big things like a porch pillar, cutting lengths of wood with a table saw.
There is something the same about these projects,
the concentration and figuring how to bring about balance and strength in the form.
But such a different scale. One requires much moving and the other a certain stillness.
Each project came to the same point of completion at the same time. Each one requires a finishing layer.
An interesting parallel story.
This was today.
This photograph inspires curiosity. What is it?
This question does not need an answer. It does not require a history or a story made up about its significance.
It is simply a form of a particular color and shape, placed in a context and framed by the eye and camera's lens.
Not everything created needs to be explained. Surprise and mystery can quiet a busy mind.
For the past year we have been exhibiting different bodies of work by Daniel Hanequand.
This Saturday we are holding a closing reception where we will make available for viewing all of the work from those exhibits.
It will be the last chance to see these works in this format. We welcome you to attend between 2 and 5:30 pm.
For the last week we have been preparing the Collage Gallery for the next exhibition
'l o o k i n g a t p e t e' , reception to be held this Saturday 8th of July, 2:00 - 5:30pm.
Peter Corr (pietdesnapp) has photographed people throughout his life, people who he recognizes as having an affinity for, people who can also see him. There is an agreement between him and his subject, a mutual regarding.
In this exhibit we are introduced to Pete the photographer and to some of the characters he has met in his life as they appear through the lens of his camera, (as seen above).
We are having a conversation about colour,
the alchemy of colour, its energy and effect.
A petal of red on a grey sidewalk is a different sensation from a grey pebble on a red floor.
A pink sleeved elbow resting on the windowsill of a lapis blue car,
a green stink bug on ground covered in fresh cedar chips,
these combinations trigger a most surprising sensation if we pause long enough to notice.
It is not simply the combinations of complementary colours
but the ratio of one to another which is both surprising and mysterious.
When Vivian finished her collage she was reminded of the painting of Picasso titled 'Les Demoiselles d'Avignon.
We chose a black and white copy of what is a colored painting so that the forms could be easily seen.
Below is a more accurate reproduction of his original.
Artists speak with each other in many different ways.