“This wallpaper has a kind of sub-pattern…in the places where it isn’t faded and where the sun is just so–I can see a strange, provoking, formless sort of figure, that seems to skulk about behind that silly and conspicuous front design,” reads The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman (1899).
Over a century later, Gilman’s classic [...]
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A Terrible Beauty
Posted in art, review on July 21, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Madness or Divine Revelation?
Posted in art, review, visions, women on June 21, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Art Review – Javier Téllez
The Power Plant Gallery, Toronto
“My mother slept with an axe under her pillow. We lived in terror that my father would return to murder us in the night.
For some reason, I was always expected to be happy.” It is the unmistakable voice of agency that we hear in Javier Téllez’s video [...]
Odetta keeps getting better
Posted in review on May 21, 2006 | 3 Comments »
Live Concert Review – Odetta, Hugh’s Room, Toronto
If you’ve never seen a real legend take the stage, it goes something like this; There isn’t any smoke or mirrors to dramatize her entrance, nor is there a flashy opening act to prime the pump, there is barely even a need for a band – a single [...]
Extrapolated Cadavers
Posted in art, review on February 21, 2006 | 2 Comments »
A trip to the Body Worlds 2 plastination show at the monolithic Ontario Science Center starts innocently enough with a viewing of various human bones preserved behind glass, descriptions of their former function neatly printed on place cards.
We ogle them interestedly, scientifically. We try not to lean on the glass as we discuss what [...]
Reasonable Transplants
Posted in art, review on July 21, 2005 | Leave a Comment »
Review of Dr. Strangelove Dr. Strangelove
Wynick/Tuck gallery, Toronto
Imagine a man who is as obsessive as he is silly, as genius as he is naïve, as whimsical as he is scrutinizing. Stanley Kubrick? No, I’m referring to Kristan Horton. Horton is contributing some of the quirkiest, innovative art to the Toronto scene. He has worked [...]
Every ounce a queen!
Posted in ambiguity, consciousness, dreaming, dreams, jung, marion woodman, review, symbols, visions, women on January 21, 2005 | Leave a Comment »
“I want to die having lived my own life.” Woodman began, her temples white with the mark of cronedom, and we breathed a collective sigh of relief. The sort of relief that one feels in finally belonging, after having lived a long life in a world divorced from the cosmos, in denial of nature.
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