Dear Chapters…
While meandering through your aisles – as I oft do on a Sunday afternoon – I was dismayed, nay, DISGRUNTLED, to come upon an island of books categorized as “Chick Lit”.
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While meandering through your aisles – as I oft do on a Sunday afternoon – I was dismayed, nay, DISGRUNTLED, to come upon an island of books categorized as “Chick Lit”.
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Here’s a sampling of comments from the Fifth Parallel Gallery exhibit. Names have been omitted to protect the innocent (and people’s mothers who don’t know that their progeny has sailor-mouth).
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AKA: “The Series Formally Known as Hunter/Quarry”.
In Grade 7 my class went on a field trip to a large wooded property located outside of town to play “The Survival Game”.
Well, not ALL Sony’s, the death of Sony in general would be too much to ask.
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A sneak peek into my current studio practice and the works-on-paper series I am exorcising. Updated as work progresses.
When describing me as a child, my mother will comment, “Jody was always trying to be something…a cat, a horse, a praying mantis”. I think my tendency to engage in relentless play-acting was due to the discomfort I felt in just being myself. It wasn’t enough to just be, I had to be something.
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Awww…so tiny, but so very, very angry.
WARNING: Extensive use of expletives.
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My last day in Regina. I spend it at the university, chatting with grad and undergrad students that I have met over the past few days while I monitor the gallery, document the installation, and type away on my computer. I only have a few more hours in this city and it feels entirely comfortable to be spending them in this way. In five days I have become familiar with streets and some locations, particularly the university.
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Wednesday morning, show is up, reception is over, gallery is open for business as usual. I have the entire day to putter about on my own in Regina while Barb is getting some work done at the university.
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As expected, lighting is an entirely new truckload of thrills, spills, and surprises (actually, it wasn’t that eventful, but it sounds more exciting if I imply that I fell off the 12 foot ladder on to the concrete floor).
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My second morning in Regina and I am back at the gallery bright and early with a full day of washing and painting plinths (note to self: 2-dimensional work eliminates need for plinths).
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Barb and I drive in to the University of Regina this morning and I get my first view of the Fifth Parallel Gallery.
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Here I am in Regina. First time in the prairies. It is unseasonably HOT (meaning that it is normally fairly warm here in the summer, but this is above and beyond with high, high humidity. I’m talking the kind of wet hot where just sitting around in the heat is enough to make your panties get soaked through with sweat (and not in a good way).
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The “Will the Real Slim Shady Please Stand Up?1” series details the attempt to obtain and maintain a genuine, unadulterated identity in contemporary, consumer-driven society.
Being a woman of a certain income, I have always lived in what may be classified as the undesirable areas of the city: the “bad neighbourhoods”.
Technically part of the Slim Shady series, but chunky enough to eat with a fork and therefore deserving its own category.
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