Today is the first day of Fall and I am thinking back on those dewy dark mornings when we watched the crane flies* bounce against the outside of the gymnasium wall.
*Except we never knew that that they called crane flies. Where were the suburban entomologists when we needed them?
A little doodle from the train (Winnipeg).
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… and that’s how I spent my last day in Toronto before jumping on the train to Vancouver!
This piece of street art (installed last fall) is a response to the geography and naming of Toronto. While there still seems to be some discussion on the origin of Toronto, one common interpretation is that the name originates from the Mohawk word Tkaronto, meaning “the place where trees stand in water”. (Any Mohawk elders or linguists out there?)
When the settlers came along, they thought the city’s intricate ravine system would make a great sewer and as a result most of these waterways were covered over. Today the rivers can be heard through storm drains across the city. You can learn more through Lost River Walks.
This piece was installed along the east side of Grange Park, where Russell Creek once flowed. I imagine McCaul Street as a place where birch trees might have stood along this waterway.
As people come to rip off my postering, it only adds to the effect of the “birch bark” peeling away.
The piece even made it to BlogTO ! As you can see, one pedestrian decided to record their positive feedback directly onto the artwork.
Art-making (like many endeavours) seems to work best when I am completely in the moment – where my mind is still and clear and calmly focused. I have seen too many art students (including myself at times) succumb to frustration, deeming any little line they create as ‘wrong’ or unworthy. This rotoscoped animation (which is intended to loop) is about getting caught in this destructive and self-conscious cycle.
I went swimming in the Pacific today and enjoyed being knocked around by the tide coming in quickly as the full moon rose.
I thought of my first attempt at a multiple colour lino print. My plates were probably not quite square and so they ended up a bit crooked on the bed of the press. Anyways, I went with it… (see title)