Archive for the ‘Play’ Category
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Holidays/ New Books/ NeWork
I’m back in Vancouver after a great month-long trip across Canada to visit family, friends, and my partner Curran. It all started off in Edmonton, where I spent a week with Curran and his family, before I flew out to Toronto for a couple of weeks to spend time with family and friends. In Toronto, I not only had the ...
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Fuck Irony
Text, collage, photography, and collaboration celebrating mimesis over a period of thirty days in 2011. Works include poetry, visual art, and documentation of public performance/ happenings in Vancouver by multidisciplinary artist Karen Correia Da Silva. Fuck Irony ISBN: 978-0-9867777-7-6 Release Date: December 2011 SB Publications 30 copies
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The Scream Literary Festival
Upcoming event for the Scream Literary UnFestival: The Steel Bananas Art Collective will be meandering the streets of Toronto armed with a wagon, microphone, and camera, inviting passersby to take a moment to offer “Variations on a Scream” and/or improvisational poetry on the street. Each poet-for-a-moment will be photographed for a large piece to be presented to the Scream organizers, ...
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Bernadette
Bernadette by Starla Bontecou. Oil paint on an antique photograph. A gift for Jeff to celebrate his recent move to Boston.
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Mr. Piano Sandwich Dog Samurai
I know this blog is for my peripheral work, but I just had to post some of Curran’s recent off-the-cuff drawings (with his permission, of course). Here’s Mr. Piano Sandwich Dog Samurai takes his strawberry for a stroll, and Bijou!, which I commissioned this afternoon:
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Aesthetics of Collaboration: Humberto Vélez
After a March Around the World, the Art Gallery of York University (AGYU) is Bringing It All Back Home to Toronto, where people from all the cities in the world converge in Aesthetics of Collaboration—a retrospective of a decade of performance work by Panamanian-born, British-based artist Humberto Vélez. Aesthetics of Collaboration Humberto Vélez 13 April – 26 June 2011 Opening ...
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Charlie
Charlie | Starla Bontecou | 2010 for Adèle “There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time! ” – Coco Chanel
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Photos from SB’s BDay Shindig
SB’s Second Anniversary Party was awesome! I arrived en retard because my tattoo sitting ran late, but I was immensely pleased with the turnout and the talent. Thanks to everyone who came out to celebrate with us! SB loves you all! Check out a few more photos here. Photos by King Frankenstein.
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Kids with Beards
Starla Bontecou as a child | Starla Bontecou | TransCanadada Motorway Services | 2010 Kids with Beards: a meditation on wisdom by Starla Bontecou as part of TransCanadada Motorway Services. (5.5 x 8.5 inch zine) Cover: Excerpts:
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La Fiction Noir
Perhaps it’s my love of gruesome fetish, or just my lust for gappy-toothed models like Lara Stone, but I love last year’s La Fiction Noir editorial spread in Vogue Paris by Steven Klein. This PG selection really makes me wonder how delicious this shoot could have been. Blood, bondage, and face-paint with a minor in a cage? And what’s with ...
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Ted Dawson and avant-garde musical notation
I met award-winning avant-garde composer/Professor Ted Dawson just over year ago in February 2009 at the opening of the Permeate Exhibit at the Music Gallery in Toronto, an art show exploring intersections between music and visual art. Before then, I knew nothing of avant-garde visual notation (I still can’t say I’ve performed any, though I heard a great sampling of ...
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CAT PEOPLE
“She was one of the dreaded ‘Cat People’ – doomed to slink and prowl and court by night . . . fearing always that a lover’s kiss might change her into a snarling, clawing KILLER!” This B-movie from 1942 is too good to be true…
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hautechnic
I started a new fashion blog. Lord knows I don’t need another goddamn weblog, but I talk about fashion enough to warrant a place where I can keep my button ramblings. I also wanted to use a picture that I made of dog-headed women in design somewhere, so voila!
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MB DRO ROSHI
“What’s this? What’re the antagonists doing here – infiltrating their own audience? Well, they’re not, really. It’s somebody else’s audience at the moment, and these nightly spectacles are an appreciable part of the darkside-hours life of the Rocket-capital. The chances for any paradox here, really, are less than you think.” Zak Smith, did it eat your soul too? | Starla ...
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treading water
six shifts, shards pieces of sounds more familiar, he- moving forward untamed, moving backward jerking like a handful of collar, like a sudden meeting of surfaces, one absorbing the momentum of outstretched hands maintain the border with fingertips circling eject, fondling the end, seducing with the ghost of lack, blank look, some sort of void emotion, urge to hate and ...
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HUNTED BY A FREAK
Finishing up my last grad school application, rolling around in Mogwai and Polvo, eating St. Jorge cheese with ciabatta. It’s Saturday morning. I’m dreaming of the month or two I’ll hopefully be able to spend living and performing in France this year. Dream and do. I might just forsake my apartment in Toronto to stay longer (I’m opting out of ...
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A
“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live ...
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I don’t know maybe you could not love me now
your frame is more angular than i remember its enigmatic hows dissolving into sweat and familiar tastes a delirium for the unholy lover i am overwhelming sacramental the unspoken rituals of our bodies taking on new facets so much louder than before: hands pressed against your damp skin in trembling awe of your restored laughter
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Bijou the muffin
She feels like being called Joanie today. I don’t ask questions. She really is the best roomie ever.
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There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
It was unendurable that // her that // her voice was so powerful and // powerful and naked. (from D.H. Lawrence’s Women in Love)
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NEVER LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY
Mercy is for pussies. Love is a dialectic that must be kept in balance. Stephen Dwoskin Dirty (1965)
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Pathologies
“Perhaps they meet, and sit, over a cup of that green tea they both so loved, without milk or sugar not even a squeeze of lemon — Meet and sit, now in the one dear place, now in the other, and sorrow together, and compare –” Ah! To think I thought it wasn’t all lies! Poor, poor, petty, poor…
