“A Little Respect” by Erasure
There is no formula to the songs I post here. But seasonally-speaking, the songs that work best for right now – for the beginnings of summer – are the ones you can sing along to, at the top of your lungs, without worry or annoyance.
Pakayla Biehn takes photorealistic painting to a whole new level in her series Double Exposure.
Asian-Canadian Heritage Month
“Being an immigrant has cut off my sense of attachment to the old world of comfort and security that I once knew. Now the reflection that I see in the work day after day makes me realize that my solid ground is in myself; in the values that go beyond time and place.”
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Naoko Takenouchi
Earth, Sea & Air #11 (2007)
“This was a direct reference to the Pickton murders (murders of Indiginous women in Vancouver), which made it a public ritual with political end. The features of the performance were: scrubbing the streets, her arms covered with names of missing women, ripping a flower through her teeth, nailing her dress to a telephone pole and tearing out of it until she was left in her underwear (as recreation of dehumanization process and sexual violence inflicted upon them), and spoke the women’s names.
Her performance brought the women alive again and simultaneously, addressed the invisibility of their absence (they were not given enough priority in the media and in police investigative efforts because of their low status in society as Indigenous women and as sex workers).”
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Rebecca Belmore,
Vigil (video stills) (2002)
“It was a sort of a culmination of some general frustrations of the federal government’s policies and what they were telling us. The political message is to look for yourself and don’t necessarily believe the party line.”
The Tim Horton’s cup is a nice touch.
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Margaret Sutherland
Emperor Haute Couture (2012)
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
(Source: dictionaryofobscuresorrows)
