Dreamspeak: Falling the Stone Wall

Dear Toko-pa; In my first dream, I am married. I am at my parents’ helping build a stone wall and this spouse-person keeps calling and asking where I am, telling me I am the type of person who only does what is best for me – how I am unreliable, ambivalent and untrustworthy – but [...]

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Bleed Joyfully – A Fresh View of Depression

“My mother slept with an axe under her pillow,” one woman recounts in a plaintive voice, “We lived in terror that my father would return to murder us in the night. For some reason, I don’t know why, but I was always expected to be happy.”
Inside a recent video installation at the Power Plant Gallery [...]

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Viva la Ovalution!

My girlfriends who are still using tampons look confused when I tell them I actually look forward to my period now – but that’s just because they don’t know about the Diva Cup yet. “It’s ovalutionary!” I gush, but that doesn’t help me appear any saner.
When I first heard about the cup, it sounded [...]

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Madness or Divine Revelation?

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 [...]

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Every ounce a queen!

“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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