Curly willow or tortured willow, corkscrew willow, Salix matsudana ‘Tortusa’ Dianthus caryophyllus, carnation Equisetum, (/ˌɛkwɪˈsiːtəm/; horsetail, snake grass, puzzlegrass) Laurus nobilis of the family Lauraceae, laurel Aucuba japonica Aucuba […]
Scanning through the Ikebana section of the university library I came upon this book: Rikka: The Soul of Japanese Flower Arrangement by Fugiwara Yuchiku The book speaks of the origins […]
I consider Morandi in his bedroom, painting images of bottles in Bologna while fascists take hold of Italy and think about about the relevance and significance of my ‘practice’ both […]
I came upon this in Laurie Anderson’s essay Time and Beauty. IS SOME ART MORE BUDDHIST THAN OTHER ART? A lot of the art I happen to like seems to […]
Over the past week I encountered two works that caught my attention. One was during a critique session at UVic when Nic Vandergugten presented a video installation of Tree Climb the other was over a coffee with Trudi Lynn Smith as we talked about her ongoing project Trouble With Trematodes.
At present my studio is a building behind my house.
Despite our strategies to bridge the visual gap between the photograph and the thing being photographed, that distance stubbornly remains…
“We face the imperative to understand anew today what it might mean for photography to ‘move beyond representation’.” (Hito Steyerl from ‘Documentary Uncertainty’)
They haunted me for years before I could finally place them… small, darkly coloured, murky photographs of the night sky.
During the 25 minutes that the camera exposed its film to a 16″ X 20″ section of the studio wall , I would sit, open my eyes and meditate on that section of the wall for the same length of time…