viva! art action blogging

for the past ten days (september 17 2009 to september 27 2009) i have been blogging for viva! art action. with my trusty note-pad (stolen from my son…) and pen. riding my bike like a maniac (yes; we did have nice weather) because i always thought i was going to be late (not taking into consideration these are other artists…like me…always behind time) and arriving in plenty of time. if you want to check out the blog do so…i am the blogger who starts every post with an exquisitely rendered drawing like the one here.

never happened (lets pretend it): an ongoing performative gesture in the fofa gallery window

squished oranges and orange peels on canvas tarp in gallery window.

today was the third day of performing my “ongoing performative gesture.” today was not a day of tenderness and i felt disconnected from my actions.

rather than:

sit on the stool and slowly take the orange into my hands and pierce the skin and insert my thumb and squish the juice out of the orange and tear the orange apart and let the orange pieces drop to the ground and hold my hands out in front of me and let the juice drip off and then dry my hands in front of the fan to then bend down and pick another orange to pierce the skin,

i fumbled around and squished some oranges quickly and tried to reconnect with the gestures, but then i went down onto the floor and took the light in my hands and began directing the light at the orange pieces on the floor and inspecting the dried flesh and skin and then i started to give each piece of orange its place and thought about violence and how it can start out as tenderness and how tenderness can shift to violence and the fan blew air over my body and the light was warm on my hands and it became o.k. to do this quiet arranging of orange pieces rather than doing what i had thought i should be doing.

no-one hears the sounds of oranges squishing and juice dripping other than me.

orange peeler

the orange:

small, durable and easily transported, the peel can be removed without need of knife or other implement. held in the hands the relation to the body is sensual, intimate.

orange peeler

small acts of intentionality

i am working (again) with oranges. slowly.

i sit alone in public. i slowly peel an orange. i place the peels on the surface i am sitting on. then i slowly eat the orange. recently i started making little “arrangements” with the orange peels and photographing them.

urban sculptures.

3e imperial

hier soir j’ai rêvé que je marchais au bras d’un homme qui n’était pas mon mari.

3e imperial and my golden age

it’s official. i am now a member of a seniors club in granby. i’m looking forward to the dance class (seriously). the people here in granby are very, very nice–every door i have knocked on has opened and i have been greeted and accepted. the frere at sacre-coeur has found me a dreamer, the centre marie-berthe couture seems open and interested, the seniors club took me in as a member. this project is unfolding beautifully.

3e imperial

j’ai rêvé que j’ai écouté le son des grains qui tombent sur la terre.

3e imperial and dream letters

so far eight dream letters have been mailed.

3e imperial/prospectus

last night i dreamt i was ripping rag strips into little squares.