I was blown away by this performance. BROWN POWER! So You Think You Can Dance is always fun to watch and they manage to connect with finding some pretty amazing talent every season.
Enjoy!
Friday, July 11, 2008
My Dear Friends First Curatorial Project! "Cake on the Icing"
CAKE ON THE ICING
8th Annual InterAccess Emerging Artists Exhibition
Featuring Serena Lee, Robert Lendrum, Melanie Lowe, Petrina Ng, Freya Björg Olafson and Scott Saunders
Curated by Shaun Dacey
July 11- August 9, 2008
Opening Reception with artists talk and performance by Freya Björg Olafson, Friday, July 11, 7pm
Emerging Artists expose their deepest personal thoughts...well not really...
InterAccess is pleased to present Cake on the Icing, the 8th Annual Emerging Artists Exhibition. Since 2001, InterAccess has mounted an annual Emerging Artists' Exhibition showcasing new media works by post-secondary students and/or recent graduates. This initiative aims to offer young artists professional experience and exposure.
Please join us on Friday July 11 at 7pm for Cake on the Artists: Talk with your mouth full. We invite you for fluffy cake and rich discussion as the curator leads an informal talk with the artists about their works. Followed by an opening reception and Björg Olafson's performance at 8pm
Curator Shaun Dacey brings together six artists who are about to take a bite out of the art world, Serena Lee, Robert Lendrum, Melanie Lowe, Petrina Ng, Freya Björg Olafson, and Scott Saunders in this delicious display.
With the emergence of various communication technologies we are forced into a constant game of keeping up appearances. With online social networking sites like Facebook, YouTube, and Flickr, and the ease of digital photography individuals can seamlessly recreate and re-imagine personal experience for consumption by a voyeuristic public. The artists in the 8th annual Emerging Artists Exhibition at InterAccess question the ways we share and process personal experience by using personal and private information and images to create dynamic and complex works through the use of everyday media. The artists are not exposing personal secrets but instead present works deliberately planned, styled and embellished for public consumption much like a freshly iced wedding cake.
These works from across Canada confront the urge to relate our intimate experiences publicly for debate, acceptance and validation. Serena Lee's musical installations playfully mediate the awkward and confusing experience of learning classical piano. Robert Lendrum uses images from his family album as a source for quirky re-enactments casting himself as his father and grandfather, while Petrina Ng animates and appropriates family images producing objective studies of intimate moments. Melanie Lowe's installation continuously collects and projects Facebook 'Status Updates' turning textual representations of self into a nonsensical, ephemeral, and surreal take on online identity and surveillance. Freya Björg Olafson weaves a compelling duet with her laptop in a multimedia dance performance using found audio from YouTube at the opening reception, while Scott Saunders' video installation distorts an intense private conversation into incoherent and confusing sound bytes between two television sets.
Cake on the Icing focuses on the power media offers individuals in creating and developing new and ever-changing identities in a public context.
Source: www.interaccess.org- link in title
8th Annual InterAccess Emerging Artists Exhibition
Featuring Serena Lee, Robert Lendrum, Melanie Lowe, Petrina Ng, Freya Björg Olafson and Scott Saunders
Curated by Shaun Dacey
July 11- August 9, 2008
Opening Reception with artists talk and performance by Freya Björg Olafson, Friday, July 11, 7pm
Emerging Artists expose their deepest personal thoughts...well not really...
InterAccess is pleased to present Cake on the Icing, the 8th Annual Emerging Artists Exhibition. Since 2001, InterAccess has mounted an annual Emerging Artists' Exhibition showcasing new media works by post-secondary students and/or recent graduates. This initiative aims to offer young artists professional experience and exposure.
Please join us on Friday July 11 at 7pm for Cake on the Artists: Talk with your mouth full. We invite you for fluffy cake and rich discussion as the curator leads an informal talk with the artists about their works. Followed by an opening reception and Björg Olafson's performance at 8pm
Curator Shaun Dacey brings together six artists who are about to take a bite out of the art world, Serena Lee, Robert Lendrum, Melanie Lowe, Petrina Ng, Freya Björg Olafson, and Scott Saunders in this delicious display.
With the emergence of various communication technologies we are forced into a constant game of keeping up appearances. With online social networking sites like Facebook, YouTube, and Flickr, and the ease of digital photography individuals can seamlessly recreate and re-imagine personal experience for consumption by a voyeuristic public. The artists in the 8th annual Emerging Artists Exhibition at InterAccess question the ways we share and process personal experience by using personal and private information and images to create dynamic and complex works through the use of everyday media. The artists are not exposing personal secrets but instead present works deliberately planned, styled and embellished for public consumption much like a freshly iced wedding cake.
These works from across Canada confront the urge to relate our intimate experiences publicly for debate, acceptance and validation. Serena Lee's musical installations playfully mediate the awkward and confusing experience of learning classical piano. Robert Lendrum uses images from his family album as a source for quirky re-enactments casting himself as his father and grandfather, while Petrina Ng animates and appropriates family images producing objective studies of intimate moments. Melanie Lowe's installation continuously collects and projects Facebook 'Status Updates' turning textual representations of self into a nonsensical, ephemeral, and surreal take on online identity and surveillance. Freya Björg Olafson weaves a compelling duet with her laptop in a multimedia dance performance using found audio from YouTube at the opening reception, while Scott Saunders' video installation distorts an intense private conversation into incoherent and confusing sound bytes between two television sets.
Cake on the Icing focuses on the power media offers individuals in creating and developing new and ever-changing identities in a public context.
Source: www.interaccess.org- link in title
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Lake Ontario....OH HELL NO
Would you go swimming in Lake Ontario? That is what I want to know. My personal answer is HELL NO. There is something off putting to me about the colour of the water which looks like years of rubbish spillage and pollution have taken its toll on on one of North America's Great Lakes.
I was watching the news today and they reported that they has closed off an area of water as unsafe, along the Lakeshore. I think that is about enough for me to not ever want to go in the water again (not that I have in years). When I think of the kind of water that I want to swim in and pretend that I am Ariel or a dolphin, I think of a blue-green colour of l'aqua with lovely trees and flowers surrounding my view. A beach. Yes a beach. Not man made, but natural. Maybe I have seen too many Royal Caribbean commercials, but people you won't see me jumping into a gangsta's paradise. I would rather swim in a kid-pee, public pool!
Now I am not an expert on bodies of water, nor am I able to really say what condition of water is really "safe" to swim in. But regardless of whether this water is safe to swim in or not, I can not get past the odour of stench along the Lakeshore on a hot summers day. Honestly it is offensive. For those who don't leave Toronto, I say take a trip along the QEW West on a 40 degree day and you will know exactly what I am talking about when it smacks your nostrils like fowl roadkill. Gross. I feel bad for any of those poor souls who bought condos along that area and will probably never be able to open their windows for a breath of fresh air.
I am aware that there is a difference between an ocean and a lake or river. I would still rather cross and ocean, before a lake or a river. So the choice is yours but you won't catch me taking a skinny dip in Lake Ontario. The fear of growing an extra limb or turning white is too frightening for me to get past.
I was watching the news today and they reported that they has closed off an area of water as unsafe, along the Lakeshore. I think that is about enough for me to not ever want to go in the water again (not that I have in years). When I think of the kind of water that I want to swim in and pretend that I am Ariel or a dolphin, I think of a blue-green colour of l'aqua with lovely trees and flowers surrounding my view. A beach. Yes a beach. Not man made, but natural. Maybe I have seen too many Royal Caribbean commercials, but people you won't see me jumping into a gangsta's paradise. I would rather swim in a kid-pee, public pool!
Now I am not an expert on bodies of water, nor am I able to really say what condition of water is really "safe" to swim in. But regardless of whether this water is safe to swim in or not, I can not get past the odour of stench along the Lakeshore on a hot summers day. Honestly it is offensive. For those who don't leave Toronto, I say take a trip along the QEW West on a 40 degree day and you will know exactly what I am talking about when it smacks your nostrils like fowl roadkill. Gross. I feel bad for any of those poor souls who bought condos along that area and will probably never be able to open their windows for a breath of fresh air.
I am aware that there is a difference between an ocean and a lake or river. I would still rather cross and ocean, before a lake or a river. So the choice is yours but you won't catch me taking a skinny dip in Lake Ontario. The fear of growing an extra limb or turning white is too frightening for me to get past.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
WrItInGs On tHE WaLL
You can not underestimate the power of yourself.
You can control your circumstances by taking control of your reactions to your desires solidified outloud. Pain is elementarily built into our cores but our ability to have compassion seems like a bad translation of a foreign porno that is dubbed and reveals a bad director. I mean the words, sounds. Images. Images.
I like to watch how people react to themselves when they wound you. I can't find you likable if I am not on your side. When you are in need of the understanding you deserve, you can be shaken by how alarmingly quick you can see someone hastily get rid of you. Once you mattered, now you don't. Do you really know who cares for you? I'm learning to. I told you I am boss, first.
We all choose to be who we are. I choose to be my own boss and find my way through the long trails of hidden and lost and re-lost treasures, endless murky obstacles that seem to lead me in dizzy circles and with bleeding moments of fragments that lead me to feeling loved...disoriented. But not unsexed.
I am a woman. I can not be that which I am not. My body does not give me restrictions, it gives me endless possibility. As the sun rises in the moon's sleep, I can bare a life through the width of my hips in 360 sets and rises. I will exemplify my glory beyond the perfection I thought was my future.
Though at times I get scared, there is no reason to be afraid. If I am to be destroyed, I will be. If I am meant to succeed, I shall. But nothing will stop me from being.
The trails grow familiar, the obstacles are anticipated, fresh blood leaves you remembering of the potential of having love and happiness all at once. True love. True happiness. Illusion is the most visible ghost. I see the signs.
You can control your circumstances by taking control of your reactions to your desires solidified outloud. Pain is elementarily built into our cores but our ability to have compassion seems like a bad translation of a foreign porno that is dubbed and reveals a bad director. I mean the words, sounds. Images. Images.
I like to watch how people react to themselves when they wound you. I can't find you likable if I am not on your side. When you are in need of the understanding you deserve, you can be shaken by how alarmingly quick you can see someone hastily get rid of you. Once you mattered, now you don't. Do you really know who cares for you? I'm learning to. I told you I am boss, first.
We all choose to be who we are. I choose to be my own boss and find my way through the long trails of hidden and lost and re-lost treasures, endless murky obstacles that seem to lead me in dizzy circles and with bleeding moments of fragments that lead me to feeling loved...disoriented. But not unsexed.
I am a woman. I can not be that which I am not. My body does not give me restrictions, it gives me endless possibility. As the sun rises in the moon's sleep, I can bare a life through the width of my hips in 360 sets and rises. I will exemplify my glory beyond the perfection I thought was my future.
Though at times I get scared, there is no reason to be afraid. If I am to be destroyed, I will be. If I am meant to succeed, I shall. But nothing will stop me from being.
The trails grow familiar, the obstacles are anticipated, fresh blood leaves you remembering of the potential of having love and happiness all at once. True love. True happiness. Illusion is the most visible ghost. I see the signs.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Pride
I am proud that when I fall, I can always stand back up in due time.
I am proud that I have a friend who loves me unconditionally and really sees the value of who I am.
I am proud that I am smiling even though I have died many times in this lifetime.
I am proud that my cat purrs with love when I rub her all over her grey fur.
I am proud that I am a woman that never gives up trying to better herself and appreciates the experience of the bitter and the sweet.
I am proud to have a brother and sister that can get on my nerves, but are by my side when I need them the most.
I am proud to be my mother's child.
I am proud that I am honest with integrity and kind with consistency equally.
I am proud that I have never lied to you, though I may have lied to myself.
I am proud that I have a new set of glasses and a restored outlook on my life.
I am proud that though I have been taunted by your fibs, I have never stopped knowing the strategy of your foolish games, or respecting the deep love I once held for only you.
I am proud that I have have so much colour that surrounds my heart, even on the cloudiest of days.
I am proud that I have fallen apart.
I am proud that I will never forget your strength and will for survival.
I am proud that I will be better tomorrow then I am today.
I am proud that one day you shall remember that I am the one who opened your eyes to the possibilities of life's journey.
I am proud to have a niece that reminds me of the simplicity of beauty and love.
I am proud to have fixated, learned and obsessed about the people, events and arts that inspire me.
I am proud to have music as the soundtrack of the crescendos in my life.
I am proud that one day I shall be gone and someone will remember the way I made him/her feel.
I am proud that I have grown to see that there is a light beyond the immediate darkness.
I am proud to know that I have laughed so hard that I have welled up tears in my eyes and felt pure joy in the pit of my stomach.
I am proud that I saw your beautiful smile.
I am proud because I mourned your loss as if you were connected to my own body and heart.
I am proud that I have inspired you with my words and devotion, even if we can't be friends anymore.
I am proud to say things that make you uncomfortable, but force you to think.
I am proud that I always say thank you.
I am proud that I would rather die before not knowing the embrace of a gentle love.
I am proud to be me. Unconditionally.
I am proud that I have a friend who loves me unconditionally and really sees the value of who I am.
I am proud that I am smiling even though I have died many times in this lifetime.
I am proud that my cat purrs with love when I rub her all over her grey fur.
I am proud that I am a woman that never gives up trying to better herself and appreciates the experience of the bitter and the sweet.
I am proud to have a brother and sister that can get on my nerves, but are by my side when I need them the most.
I am proud to be my mother's child.
I am proud that I am honest with integrity and kind with consistency equally.
I am proud that I have never lied to you, though I may have lied to myself.
I am proud that I have a new set of glasses and a restored outlook on my life.
I am proud that though I have been taunted by your fibs, I have never stopped knowing the strategy of your foolish games, or respecting the deep love I once held for only you.
I am proud that I have have so much colour that surrounds my heart, even on the cloudiest of days.
I am proud that I have fallen apart.
I am proud that I will never forget your strength and will for survival.
I am proud that I will be better tomorrow then I am today.
I am proud that one day you shall remember that I am the one who opened your eyes to the possibilities of life's journey.
I am proud to have a niece that reminds me of the simplicity of beauty and love.
I am proud to have fixated, learned and obsessed about the people, events and arts that inspire me.
I am proud to have music as the soundtrack of the crescendos in my life.
I am proud that one day I shall be gone and someone will remember the way I made him/her feel.
I am proud that I have grown to see that there is a light beyond the immediate darkness.
I am proud to know that I have laughed so hard that I have welled up tears in my eyes and felt pure joy in the pit of my stomach.
I am proud that I saw your beautiful smile.
I am proud because I mourned your loss as if you were connected to my own body and heart.
I am proud that I have inspired you with my words and devotion, even if we can't be friends anymore.
I am proud to say things that make you uncomfortable, but force you to think.
I am proud that I always say thank you.
I am proud that I would rather die before not knowing the embrace of a gentle love.
I am proud to be me. Unconditionally.
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