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Footnote added June 9, 2024 In Ali Smith’s Companion Piece, which I mentioned in yesterday’s footnote to the post after following the link in the article ‘Companion, Peace’, from Experiments in Art Research: How Do We Live Questions Through Art?, edited by Sarah Travis, Azlan Guttenberg Smith, Catalina Hernández-Cabal, Jorge Lucero, a post-Minus Plato dialogue with Angela […]

Galanin is constantly shifting in modalities, mediums, and aesthetics, allowing the conceptual reality of a work to dictate its physical manifestation. In his 2017 work White Noise, American Prayer Rug, a monumentally sized textile, lying flat on a low plinth, appears to levitate. The imagery of the rug calls to mind “snow,” or the white […]

I appreciate that today of all days it may be hard to read the musings of a fictional ghost. Orange Shirt Day, otherwise known as Truth and Reconciliation Day, which this year has been elevated by the Canadian government from the level of an observed to a statutory holiday, is a day to educate and […]

The Living Currency/La monnaie vivante is based on a practice of exhibition making that postulates that memory is not an archive. The project’s goal is to demonstrate this through performance as well as through both older and more recent works by visual artists that explore the relationship between the body and a reality shaped by economic […]

Women today are still being called upon to stretch across the gap of male ignorance and to educate men as to our existence and our needs. This is an old and primary tool of all oppressors to keep the oppressed occupied with the master’s concerns. Now we hear that it is the task of women […]

a place / in which the living shows itself visibly over the ordering / where the impossibility of a destruction turns again and again blossoms from its opposite / from the conceivable consequences of the non-sterile into the bold future. – from Lois Weinberger ‘In the Geography of Deer and Mole’, in DEBRIS FIELD: ERKUNDUNGEN […]

My poor fragile white male librarian! I always feel for him on those days, like Wednesday this week, when he comes home, all twitchy with nervous energy, standing before the shelves I haunt with some kind of earnest expectancy in the hope of finding there some answer to a question he had just been confronted […]