orange dream
July 4, 2009
j’ai rêvé que le concierge de l’hôtel passait l’aspirateur pour ramasser les peaux d’oranges que je laissais tomber sur le tapis.
i dreamt the hotel concierge vacuumed up the orange peels i had let fall onto the rug.
orange peeler at mount royal tennis club inc.
July 3, 2009
orange peel stuffed into the crack of the wooden plank found at the base of the fence surrounding the club.
the private club.
orange peeler at marianopolis college (again)
July 2, 2009
orange dream:
j’ai rêvé que le trottoir était sali par les peaux d’oranges séchées et qu’un enfant, à l’aide d’un balai, les rassemblait en un gros tas devant sa porte.
i dreamt the sidewalk was littered with dried orange peels. a young child was sweeping the peels into a large pile in front of their door.
orange dream
July 1, 2009
j’ai rêvé que j’achetais trois grandes oranges vertes dans chinatown
i dreamt i bought three large green oranges in chinatown.
orange peeler at westmount park
July 1, 2009
navel lore
June 30, 2009
did you know the navel orange originated as a mutation of a sweet orange?
in 1820, in brazil, at a monastery, in an orange grove, on a sweet orange tree, an orange produced a tiny second orange inside itself. this “mutation” resulted in a seedless orange …
as history goes, we can assume the monks liked this seedless orange and grafted cuttings onto other citrus trees (the only way to reproduce the mutation as there are no seeds) as today there are navel oranges galore.
and…because cutting and grafting in the only method of reproduction, the navel orange of today carries the same genetic makeup as the original mutated orange. so, in a sense, the navel orange i peeled today is a clone of that one orange picked from that sweet orange tree at the monastary in brazil in 1820.
kinda cool.
orange peeler at vendome metro
June 30, 2009
this orange peel installation is courtesy of a navel orange produced in uruguay.
to be precise, the installation is at the vacant lot across from the vendome metro station, but the orange was eaten while i was sitting on the bench in front of the station.
jack peels orange
June 29, 2009
today my friend jack accompanied me. i took photos while jack peeled his orange.
this is an organic orange, close to tangerine size. thin skinned, tangy and juicy.
reflections on “eating oranges in public”
June 27, 2009
i do agree. it seems banal, simple. but for me it is not so easy. when i am alone i feel a slight unease in assuming a place, in taking up a place. it is subtle, but i feel it. i have a certain anxiety about occupying public space when there is no sanctioned reason behind it. and in this “performance” i eat an orange in public for the sake of eating an orange in public. i am not watching my kids in the park, i am not on a break from work, i have no real reason to be where i am doing what i am doing.
and then there is the intimacy of eating in public. the orange is moist, juicy and somehow slightly sensual, the peeling of the skin, the sectioning of the orange, this leisure in taking time to nourish oneself. all this further complicated by my deliberate placing of the peel and taking of the photograph. and then i walk away. leaving the peel behind as “evidence” that refuses to be put in its allotted space.
