Current Residence: Torontonio Operating System: cheese and crackers MP3 player of choice: I doubt anyone cares about my MP3 player Shell of choice: I...like....albalone shells.... Skin of choice: Seal and beaver Favourite cartoon character: Princess Mononoke
Favourite Visual Artist
Neil Gaiman, Ursula Le Guin, ... , ..
Favourite Gaming Platform
Tools of the Trade
fibre, pigment, plywood, paints and pens and paper
It's been a few years since I came to deviant art. In that time, I went from being focused on conceptual sculpture, public installation, and fiber arts, to graduating from school and being really broke, moving to Nunavut, and finally deciding being a broke ass artist is shit and I should just be a social worker. Plus, I want to move somewhere closer to the land. As a result of all these changes, my approach to art making is more in line with "art therapy" or emotional expression, though arts and advocacy and community art has a place in my heart. I'm becoming more out of touch with the institution of fine art, even after moving back to On
Well hello there deviantart journal.
Let's talk about art. Let's talk about making art. I went through a slump about a year long. I never stopped experimenting, and I didn't stop producing, I just lost the motivation to finish things. And I started some pretty major pieces and lost the motivation to finish them, then started other things that didn't count for much. And I lost that thing that allows me to be totally enmeshed with my ideas.
And I read something about a Zen monk who stared at a wal for ten years to show his dedication. And I thought, fuck Maura, you gotta show your dedication to your work, and defeat these unhealthy conn
I take back what I said last entry, Toronto does have good art. Nuit Blanche was awesome! I went from 7 to 7, and didn't manage to see everything, and left overwhelmed and exhausted, and so happy. The last thing I went to see was Rebecca Belmore's piece, it was a strong piece but I couldn't handle it in the wee hours in the morning. I was so exhausted I almost cried, but not because of the piece, more because I was having trouble thinking so I felt like a boob.
My highlights were:
Roy and Silo's gay devorce
Nicholas and Sheila Pye's video's at OCAD
Hold That Thought
Rebecca Belmore & Osvaldo Yero
Confinement of the Intellect might h
Woah. They're glass. They look like sad fragile glass balloons. It makes me laugh but it's not funny...
I just did an installation with hand-made balloons, me and 2 other people attached them to ourselves and wore black. Their was black confetti and a city scape. I need a picture. Anyways, the piece was similar but not as strong.