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Thinking is Working, 2019
Installation/research at the Mitchel Art Gallery in Edmonton, AB
Summer Residency
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posterssss that i had hanging in the Mitchel Art Gallery, Edmonton, AB, during a residency I did there, using their gallery as a studio. 2019 summer summer 2019
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The Diplomatic Lounger, 2018
made in collaboration w/ David Peters
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B-Format Summer Shack. Three detective novels, each handmade in an edition of 12. Custom silkscreen paper and upholstery on sculptural seating. aka the reading cabana
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The Frog in the Desert at Twilight
It was a cold night in june. The sky was bedazzled with stars like a cool hat or pair of jeans, despite the fact it had been raining all day. she had just closed the door to the gallery when the smell of wooden crates moved towards her, and she knew, the art had arrived.
Stepping sideways until making it to the window, she opened it and felt the summer air dance across the bride of her nose. Going over the days events, her eyes focused at an invisible day planner two feet above her head, fingers tapping on the sill, she looked like someone trying to remember the words to a kanye west karaoke song, definitely the wrong choice. The sounds of people yelling and laughing ricocheted off the surrounding brick buildings. The old windowpanes vibrated from the bass of an unseen car slowly passing by. Then she felt it in her stomach.
Her eyes flickered, she licked her lips. “Could i?” she said aloud, very quietly. “Should I?” a heavy sort of laughter built within her and slowly crept out her hot wet mouth. sodden hand towels being tossed. ha ha ha’s dropping on the floor in front of her.
The next morning she cancelled her 10am and went to the pier. She let bits of ham sandwich fall out of her hand into the water and thought about viral videos of years gone past. everything stays the same, we just arrive at it in new ways. On new things.
She tied and untied the belt of a monster energy green floor length trench coat.
Eventually this too became boring and she walked back to the gallery to check the progress. The idea she had the night before, the one that made her laugh like a total weirdo, was a distant memory when she woke up this morning. It was a dumb idea, bordering on whimsy. better she forget it. It’s done, cancelled.
Up the metal stairs into the back loading door, and to her surprise, the work was installed. the paintings hung, the sculptures exactly where the floor plan stated they should be. the disco ball spinning overhead. an intern slowly mopped the far corner, large headphones over his ridiculous condom beanie rolled up on his stubbled little head. Her lip curled in disdain, but at what exactly?
“Erica”
“What is it”
She snapped, knuckles white on her samsung galaxy.
“Can you approve the final edit on the text panels before we covert to outlines? Wesley wants to get the vinyls up tonight.”
“Well Welsey.. ahem sorry, i mean, well we can put them up anytime this week i don’t care if its the last open mic night in the world. as for the install, something doesn’t feel right.”
“What do you mean erica? not right? we followed your gallery map exactly, to the inch!”
“I can’t explain it. Something needs to change. I have an appointment at the chiropractor, I have to go.”
She got the flip out of there and jumbled her keys all the way to her VW golf and sped away. “Dare I?!!!?!” She asked herself aloud, this time with conviction. “
ha ha ha!!! its the only way!” she sped out of the gravel parking lot like cruella deville after five blueberry teas at the fairmont pacific rim.
Later than night Erica was out for a cocktail meeting with a visiting artist, someone she had met in berlin last fall. The conversation was varied and not uninteresting, however, her thoughts kept sliding back to the idea she had last night. It had been haunting her since leaving the gallery. Her chiropractor deemed her neck too rubbery to crack and she left frustrated, which felt frustratingly familiar.
She motioned absently for the bill and tapped her master card without looking. Mumbled goodbyes, yes, let me know when your new site is up, of course, and she floated out the door. Always conscious of her stomach, she now felt a large magnet inside there. It was pulling her to the gallery. Sixteen blocks north, across the tracks and over the highway, into the industrial part of town, or what was it called now? so-mo? fre-ho? i don’t know
She immediately went to work. She did exactly what she did not dare to do the night before. she laughed under the slow turn of the disco ball, the circles of light moving around her, glimmering off her metallic fashion trousers. she felt alive! god damn! she felt like…. an artist.
The next morning she awoke with her head at the foot of her bed, chips crumpled everywhere, she stood up to address the bleeping phone on the floor and about 1.45 in small changed fell on the ground, she shook and the other dollar hit the ground, she looked down at the circular imprints of where the coins had stuck to her sleeping sticky body.
“Wesley” the phone screen read
“IGNORE!” she sneered and free willy jumped back into bed. “Who gives a flip. I made my choice.”
The opening was is in exactly 7 hours. A lot could happen before then. She watched the fan spin overhead and recollected a poem she had written while traveling 8 years ago.
Miami is hot
I like it a lot
The beaches are white
I get sick every night
The fan on the wall
Shakes it’s head no
and
so it goes
She thought disappointedly how the last part probably came from eating too much kurt vonnegut as a teenager, but, so it goes.
At that thought she opened the gmail app and sent a group email.
“do not touch anything, the artists have requested a change. Run the new vinyls attached here. xox erica. ps. don’t fuck it up…… wesley!”
That night she rolled up to the gallery like a g. she was wearing actual designer this time. A weird orange jumpsuit from the vetements collab with champion. paired with yeezy knit ankle boots in tan. orange is a fruit and a color. Tan is a color and an verb.
She could hear the minimal lofi drone artist she hired off craigslist playing from within the gallery and the old friend excitement did a scamper in her stomach. wheeeeee its happening here we gooooooo
up the steps, almost hopping. “Keep it cool.” She reminded herself.
She was right on time and the lights lowered just as she entered the space, somehow a microphone appeared in her hand, the drone beats subsided and the din of the crowd noticeably shifted. All eyes on deck.
“Thank you for coming this evening. we have all be waiting for this show and now it is here. You are probably wondering why the work is arranged in the way that it is. Why is it on the floor?” Erica paused at this point to allow ample time for effect. People who had obviously already looked around the micro warehouse gallery pretended to look again for the first time. Yes, the paintings were not hung, they were scattered about the space on the floor, leaning against the walls. some canvases three deep.
just then there was a metallic howl and a rattling of chains. Erica’s face darkened and her eyes lightened at the same time, she appeared like a consumed shadow made of unethically sourced cottons.
just then two shirtless young men opened the loading dock door and rolled in a large cloaked rectangular cage. The boys wore faux military caps, their chests glistening with sweat. black dungarees clung to their legs and they each had a pair of black dock martins with no laces. the crowd instinctively moved back, from these young hotties, but also from the cage, that was emitting a sound not unlike a heron in distress because an eagle is sitting on it’s nest.
The cage was slowly wheeled into the centre of the room. Erica was positively beside herself by this point. the shirtless dudes stood to one side of the cage, one with a hand on the purple velvet cloaking it, and the other grasping a sort of lever near the bottom.
At this point erica began speaking, “I have worked very hard but it is no longer up to me. It is no longer up to me. Release the curator!!!!11”
With that the dudes fell to the ground and revealed a little red imp inside the cage, that was now released, and the imp ran around the room, between peoples legs, around handbags, jumping up the walls, and slowly sculpture got moved from on side of the room to the other. Paintings were switched out and turned upside down. In a flurry of snarls and hoots, this odd being scampered to and fro, and within a total of 4 minutes max the show was installed.
then the little devil, obviously exhausted, relinquished itself to the cage and the velvet was tossed overtop before it was quickly evacuated from the space. Erica beamed with pride. It’s so wonderful to be part of something larger than yourself.
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The long rock... devised for viewing The Funniest Rock
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The Comedy Tent, part of the exhibition Laughing on the Inside, 2018
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Myyy Friendddd, 2018
Installation of sculptural platform seating made that doubles as a dream tent, featuring length film of the same title, soft sculpture, mirrors, lights, theatre curtains and dead flowers.
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Dead Flower Library. 2018
A crowd sourced collection of articles, printed as zines and displayed as a free for all library. Dead flowers in coffee tins, a blacklight and gifted plants from down the street fill out the space.
(Made in collaboration with David Peters)
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Bugs Have Feelings Too, 2017 (short version)
Filmed on Gabriola Island, BC, Canada.
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