In discovering about the intimate immensities of my home away from in Abbotsford, I am exploring the textures, hues and seasonality of place. A few of the landscape typologies include rusticated barns, iconic railway lines and trains, and the undulations of the land. I have trusted my films to my curator who is technically brilliant and had taking the initial task of developing these medium format negatives.
I bring my understanding of design composition and I possess a beginners’s mind when it comes to knowing a medium such as film photography. I humbly make art and follow my bliss.
What does one learn from navigating the darker recesses of one’s being, whether in relationship or travelling solo to the edge? The vortex of a dark hole is strong and compelling indeed. Seeming impossible to grasp: deceit and infidelity wrench open the chasms of one’s chest where the heart pulses and teams with purpose. I find my voice; and yet it is silenced. Good days, sad mad bad days; nausea and pecking at food on a plate replace the sustenance of a meal savoured. Glimpses, as the days get longer, my essence and the philosophy to rise above and rebuild manage a return to innocence. I reach out to my matriarchal community.
With forgiveness and love,I appreciate details, I become gentler and kinder to myself and champion my dreams. Revisiting past albums, I dance. Pottery humbles me, as I am learning and growing; my medium format films will be my legacy this year in Abbotsford as I build a body of work. Thanks to my curator. Renewal, bliss, air, and water.
As I wind down a DAREarts Open Studio, I am abuzz with possibilities. Pending travel preparation and a flurry of artist calls here and abroad are the thermals I catch soaring to new heights. Europe, arriving in London and partnering with mon ami, as we venture forth to Venice, Padova, Florence, Milan, Nice then onto Oxford and Bath where the marriage of two minds and sprits will launch.Keep an eye on the sky….