Monday, December 09, 2013

in Key West today I saw

graffiti smiley face on a cactus

yard art rooster

a palm tree fruiting

soil along a fence line

real papayas on a tree

xmas decorations

stop sign sticker

me in the pool

dehydrated Santa

plants in front of a house


more cactus faces

coconut on the street

yard sale sign

palms reflected in the pool


1 rooster out/ 3 in

cat on fence

bumpersticker

Saturday, December 07, 2013

Art Basel Miami #2 -Whirlwind Tour pt1

Since it's really early (8:47am) and I went to bed late (4:00am) and I need to get some of my thoughts & images down here before it's all warm and fuzzy and I'm all like
 "Katie how was Art Basel?"
 "Oh, it was great,"
you know that kind of generalized warm and fuzzy not specific not-very-helpful statement of fact.

Claude Leveque         insane (2013)  neon on rusted bucket

I have enough material and thoughts for several posts on my Art Basel day one. Let me say that it is totally worth the effort, the flight, the waiting years to finally get here, the crowds, the confusion and the (mercy be kind to me Northern friends)  heat and bright summer levels of sun on my pale blue Canadian irises. There is so much to see and everywhere I turned, around every corner behind every wall in every booth there was something. Whether it was my-thing or not, it is joy to be in this atmosphere of Art and of Art Folks. The people, the crowd is so interesting.

To me, this is like jet fuel. So glad I am here. Let me show you some stuff now.

3D things

These first objects drew me in -- two Joan Miro bronzes (omg omg omg)




and this Claus Oldenberg Leaning Fork with Meatball and Spaghetti piece


and very shortly I was irritated. I wanted to see new work. While I am thrilled these works are here for me to encounter I want to see what people are making today. And so I kept on going and saw these.

A contemporary bronze:





and beside it was this:




Ceramics of one sort...


 and another... a favorite piece so far--just imagining the logistics of shipping had my mind racing:






Nearby was this:


 made like this:

and looking like this:

and here are some contemporary porcelain pots by Takuro Kuwata

understated 



I would love to see his kiln shelves.

Art Basel Miami #1 - just getting to the show

We had planned to get to Art Basel on Thursday,  but car trouble (flat tire/power steering -yes, really) and travel fatigue forced us to slow down, take care of business and delay gratification. 

I was rewarded for my effort.

first sign of Miami Beach and the colour of things to come just around the corner

I'm really here.

Art Basel yonder
gorgeous water





Winter in Miami Beach


South Beach trees


Our Destination!
Much to Discuss

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

October Memoir and Backstory Challenge - Regret #2


The Arcade

As a young woman I enjoyed the video arcade
There was an arcade next to a laundramat
Quarters for laundry
Quarters for Pacman

One day waiting for newly-washed clothes
whirling dry in an industrial dryer
I entered the arcade to pass the time
Playing a machine I racked up some credits
but was glad to leave when my dryer stopped.

Next to me was a kid, maybe 10
He'd been watching me play and I offered up my machine
full of credits
for him to play to the end

With big eyes he took the controls and as I walked away
I heard a slap
skin on skin
and a threatening voice
never take money from strangers
and a man pulling the child by one arm rushed past me
in the doorway


Monday, October 28, 2013

October Memoir and Backstory Challenge: Regret #1

This week's theme is Week 5: Gratitude and Regret. The people, experiences, or choices you are grateful for or that you regret.


Hospital

Down the hall from where her husband just died
is my aunt.
Stand-in mother for me as a child
she and I were close
at times
Friendly always
but never intimate.

She did not want to usurp my mother's position
She wanted me reunited with my family of origin
and in pushing for what would never be
we never really were either.

Now she is alone, seated on the edge of her hospital bed
Confusion dictates her thoughts
She has dementia or alzhiemer's or the shock of the loss
of her partner of 50+ years and as I enter her room
her face lights up.
Behind me my mother, her sister, follows.

As I sit beside her on the bed she begins to talk.
Secrets.
Things she's never talked about start falling from her lips.
My mother is trying to shush her
to control her
to tell her what to say and how to say it
and I am in shock
All of a sudden she has allowed me in
Here, in this moment, she completely trusts me and wants to tell me things
as my mother panics and tries to shut us down.

I am pulled between three poles
my aunt's need to speak
my mother's need for her to be quiet
and my own need to protect myself and stay open at the same time

In the end my aunt loses
I am unable to be there and to receive her gift to me
My mother is relieved.
I walk away saddened by my own limitations.

October Memoir and Backstory Challenge- roots and wings #3

My apologies to my fellow blog challengers! I have fallen behind but am catching up today. Here is my entry for Roots and Wings # 3.




 



                          


 Cher


Laying on top of the blankets on my bed
I am reading about Cher.
I am 12,
Cher is 29,
and in my hands is her biography

Reading the story of her rise to fame
her escape from Sonny
her glamorous life
I put the book down for a moment
laying it across my chest
and stare at the bedroom ceiling.

I dare wonder,
as if she can hear me wonder,
What is she doing right now?
Is she having guests over?
Is she making dinner?
Is she performing on stage
or getting ready to go out?
Is she spending money
Is she sleeping
or singing
or trying on clothes?
Is she walking around in those great shoes
like everybody else?

There in my bedroom in Sudbury
I tried on the lives of others.
Every biography
gave me a bit more life
more energy
the fuel I needed
to leave my roots
and write my own story
instead of following a narrative,
handed down from generation to generation,
with a predictable ending.