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[Culture] Opera Colorado Unveils Stellar Lineup for 2023-24 Artists in Residence Program
Talented Singers and Pianist Join Program to Elevate Colorado’s Opera Scene (Denver = Wongeol Jeong) Opera Colorado is delighted to share the exciting news of the inclusion of accomplished artists in its esteemed Artists in Residence Program for the upcoming 2023-24 Season. The program welcomes a group of talented individuals: sopranos Kerby Baier and Saane Halaholo, mezzo-soprano Melanie…
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I drew Ashley with Copic markers and coloured pencils in this week’s Drawing Faces class at ArtistsInResidence.

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Yorath House Artist Residency Blog Post 4: Winter
Words by Adriana A. Davies, Jan 21, 2022 Artwork by Marlena Wyman Jan 22 – Feb 2, 2022 Artists-in-Residence at Yorath House

North Saskatchewan River looking north from below Yorath House
Since time immemorial, human beings have been afraid of ice and snow. Indigenous Peoples in the Northern Hemisphere donned warm clothing made of the skins of fur-bearing animals and used snowshoes to get around. In Northern Europe, the Swedes invented cross country and downhill skiing, saunas and a honey liquor called mead, and that began to change things.
Being born in warm, southern Italy, my first Canadian winter after immigration with my family as a child was a huge shock. My parents took my siblings – sister Rosa and brother Giuseppe – and I to the old Army & Navy store downtown (that’s where most immigrants first shopped) and bought us our first winter gear. Rosa got a wool coat and ugly brown long stockings; Giuseppe and I got one-piece snowsuits with long zippers that inevitably jammed. My suit was red. Against all instructions not to do so, I licked an icy lamp post and jumped on the ice on top of puddles and broke through, and had to walk home with water-filled boots.
I quickly learned to respect winter and fear the cold. I admit it: I am a wimp who prefers to look at winter through a picture window. Yorath House has plenty of those and during the cold spell this January, it is a wonderful place to be. I wrote my first poem there watching the snow fall but I’ve been writing winter poetry for a long time.
The dualities of winter – cold that can kill and also the extreme beauty of frozen landscapes – have captivated me. I remember reading Anglo Saxon poems at the University of Alberta and the later Icelandic sagas that told of life in Northern climes. One account described it being so cold that words froze in the air as people spoke and, when spring came and they defrosted, the air was full of a cacophony of sound. Here are some winter poems.
Snow
In the North Saskatchewan River Valley, Snow has formed A white crust That cracks And settles In footprint shapes.
Underneath, The brown leaves Are undergoing A transformation— Becoming New soil. The Yorath House grounds Are over-run by dog walkers on this winter day. The dogs run ahead Evading their owners, On the track of wildlife. They disappear For minutes on end And I am left alone wrapped in silence. It is almost too cold To be walking outdoors. Fingers and toes Chilled to a dull ache. Ice forms around eyelids And scarf covering my mouth. Nature asserts itself, Making the human irrelevant In this landscape Where sleep and death Are one And absolutes converge. No sunshine Or bird song In this dark place Defined by negatives. An eternal winter of the heart. Beyond the solace of human touch. Hoar frost has covered everything. So much whiteness— Field, trees and sky. All the same But different— Incandescent. So easy to forget That one lives in a populous city Visible above the trees At the top of both river banks. Black swallows Break from the tree tops And form a ragged line As they fly for the horizon.

Walking the Dogs
The beagles are ready to walk. They bay excitedly And run in circles, Tangling their leashes around themselves and us. They are off— One moment dragging me behind, The next, Stopping so suddenly That I nearly trip over them, As they inhale deeply, Whatever catches their eye in the grass— Whether the scent of another dog, Or morsel of discarded food. Others we meet Are of enormous interest To these curious hounds, Who want to bound up To adults, children and other dogs, And must be restrained By a pulling back on the leash. Their unbounded enthusiasm, And enjoyment of the fall day, Leaves no leeway for reflection, Or melancholy. Only when they tire, As we climb the final hill, Do they settle to a sedate pace, Leaving me in charge at last, Able to admire the golden haloes, Punctuated by clusters of red, Which are the Mountain Ashes In their fall glory, And to contemplate The grove of fir trees Pierced by a single shaft of light, Which focuses on the leaf-strewn earth, And feathers out to the spiky edges Of the trees surrounding the clearing. It is not only the beagles who perk up With excitement When the suggestion is made, "Let's go for a walk."

Winter Dawn
Dawn's rosy finger Warms the grey clouds And tips with fire the smoky stacks Of the mist-shrouded power plant. Another winter dawn And journey to work, Driving on the river road, Conscious of the vapour coming off the water. Tree branches outlined in frost, And the valley edges Crowned with highrise apartments— All part of this dream. The coldness rather than driving me indoors, Catches my imagination And I wonder At the metamorphosis. The palette of white and grey, Is augmented by mother-of-pearl, As warm life asserts itself And night becomes morning.
Reflections on Nature and Art
1 Silent ravens Soar Above the desolation, Making invisible patterns In the cloudless sky.
2 The birds are audible But not visible This winter morning In the city. Bare-branched Mountain ashes and poplars Provide no shelter. Only dense firs With their crowns of cones Offer hospitality. Songs emerge From nowhere— Sweet, Repetitive, Melodic. I have no language To describe them Other than— Chirp, chirp To-whit, to-whit. But they have Animated An ordinary morning Walk to work, Made the trees emerge From between buildings And remnants of houses On this once residential street Nature asserting itself And gladdening the heart.
3 The air is heavy With snow. No distinction between Earth and sky, Only the ribbon of asphalt Leading onward. Suddenly, A flock of snowbirds Appears, Hanging in the sky Like a character In Chinese calligraphy.
Their wings formed By a sable brush Dipped in Indian ink. Other than us, The only living element In the landscape. Until the clouds begin To move And the wind picks up snow Sweeping it down The length of the valley Disturbing the stillness. Heeding a secret call, The cluster of buntings Explodes outward And they disappear Into the pervasive Whiteness.

Snow Storm
Jagged bowing, Suggestive of icicles and cold winds, A long-dead composer’s evocation of the seasons, My background on a winter day. But the real snow Drifts down, Gently, Past dark spruce branches, And the frozen blood-red berries Of Mountain Ash. It accumulates, Imperceptibly, The stillness punctuated By the rhythmic rise and fall of bows, On massed fiddles, Now evoking the descent Of myriad individual flakes Audibly drifting down. But behind can also be heard the silence That is so much a part of falling snow.
Now, the flakes are denser, As the sharp, insistent violin bowing, Is joined by the guttural rasping of cellos, And the snow drifts and eddies around the halo of a street lamp. In the music, The storm rises and abates, But, today, nature does not toy with us, Offering only a contrast, To quiet reflection, On what the next year will bring.
Gathering of Crows
Winter afternoon, Trees outlined in the half light, Branches bare Except for the occasional Detritus of an empty nest, Evidence of another season. Some trees Have black shapes in them, Like over-sized leaves. On a closer view, A congregation of crows emerges, Sitting at branch ends in silent colloquy. So many, Perhaps fifty, Perched For no apparent reason, That I could discern In this urban landscape. An enigmatic picture That I take away. Nature, Defying me to find meaning In a gathering of crows In Midwinter.
My Parkview Garden
The trees in my back garden Are fir, Manitoba maple And another, I cannot name.
On this winter morning. They are still and, Seemingly, lifeless Until a slight movement Catches my attention. A squirrel, Leaps from branch-to-branch And tree-to-tree, Finishing with a high-wire act On the powerline. The contemplation of winter, When plants do not grow, The clearing, empty of birds And their sweet song. That time of endings, Of being trapped In the ruins of the past, Unable to evoke remembered music. Always, the clearing in the woods, In the River Valley. The stillness, Silence, The pastness of things. The inexpressible beauty Of the snow, Blinding in the sunlight And masking death. The birds have fled But I am here, Contemplating winter And making my own music. The sound of the wind Wrapping itself around the house, Whistling past obstructions And making the cold siding crack. This signals a subtle change That is not evident Until morning When water drops from the eves. Warm Chinook winds Have come over the mountains, Loosened the grip of winter And given us a taste of spring. The insistent drip of water Creates stalactites And stalagmites Of yellowy ice. But this is only temporary— Nature teasing us with hope; The next night, the house tenses, It is winter again.
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AHOY!!! Por conta do Coronavírus, não estou vendendo artigos físicos como prints e adesivos. Para quem ainda não sabe, eu pertenço ao grupo de risco por causa da minha asma. Então voltamos com as ilustrações a preços promocionais, BUSTOS E CHIBIS APENAS. O resto segue com preço normal. Os TERMOS DE SERVIÇO continuam os mesmos das commissions normais. Em caso de dúvidas, entre em contato POR E-MAIL. NÃO MANDE INBOX. O Facebook não está me notificando. E se você quiser se tornar um APOIADOR desta que vos fala, saiba que há recompensas. A partir de 5 reais, já dá pra receber artes em alta resolução ao final do mês. Para isso, é só clickar num dos links abaixo e escolher uma recompensa de seu agrado. https://www.patreon.com/draconnasti https://apoia.se/draconnasti ===================================== Due the Corona Virus pandemic, I'm not selling any of my products, like prints or stickers. In case you guys don't know yet, I'm asthmatic, which puts me in the risk group. So, we're back with the Bust and Chibi Sale! The TERMS OF SERVICE are the same as regular commissions. And if you want to become a PATRON for this humble artist, know that there are rewards. From R$5,00, you can already receive high resolution artwork at the end of the month. To become a patron, just click on the link below and choose a reward tier you would like. https://www.patreon.com/draconnasti #Draconnasti #DigitalArt #DigitalArtist #CommissionsOpen #Commission #Chibi #Portrait #Quarantine #ArtistsInQuarantine #StayHome #EmCasa #ArtistsInResidence https://www.instagram.com/p/B_XizTootKU/?igshid=4468fomhtkmf
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ACE AIR: MAX TAYLOR



Program: Ace AIR Location: Ace Hotel New York Date of Stay: 03.17.19 Artist: Max Taylor
During an evening at Ace Hotel New York, artist-in-residence Max Taylor took a break from photography and drew a three-piece series of hands and flowers. He shared a bit about his process:
I try and meditate-ish to a blank mind and then capture whatever flickers of thoughts appear. It becomes a race to trap them on paper before they dissolve like a waking dream. The fun part comes after, trying to interpret what the back of my mind was saying. I typically start with a single mark on a page and see what it builds into. Comes from a creative game I used to play with my family as a kid.
Max Taylor is an award-winning photographer based in Brooklyn. His two favorite cities are Havana and NYC. Max likes motorcycles and scuba diving. He has mixed feelings about third person narratives.
This March, our Artists in Residence are curated by Bushwick Community Darkroom, which promotes and preserves the art of film photography in Brooklyn by directing resources to high school programs and open call opportunities for local artists. When founder Lucia Rollow graduated with her BFA in Photography from the School of Visual Arts, she found herself without an accessible space to print and develop film. Determined to continue the legacy of film photography, Rollow realized other artists were struggling with similar barriers. With just a handful of equipment, very little money and a dream, she opened Bushwick Community Darkroom in 2011. While simultaneously building a local network through her leadership of Bushwick Open Studios, Rollow assembled a motley team, which transformed BCD from a makeshift basement space into the bustling 3,000 square foot warehouse it is today. Almost a decade later, BCD now boasts more than 30 members, 24/7 access to darkrooms, color and black-and-white film processing, low-cost workshops and curated photography exhibitions. Members, volunteers and students work together to create a vibrant, affordable art space.
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Last days of artists residence in le Chateau de La Valette 💜 Drawing from a pic of @kengotrich_ . . . . . #mariaherreros @labelvalettefestival #artistsinresidence #france (en Château de La Valette de Pressigny-les-Pins) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzIdFgPiLhu/?igshid=1fd9ppxjfu5xz
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Intercambio cultural y artístico en la exposición inaugurada en el consulado alemán de Málaga. Iniciativa de Artists in Residence. Deutsche & Andalusische Künstler. Foto de Rafael Fernández Pacheco. . #rafaelfernándezpacheco #lolmalone #artistsinresidence #artecontemporáneo #artistasdelmundo #artworldwide (en Consulado de la Republica Federal de Alemania) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0xgm10nD76/?igshid=vkp78z9jbdol
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Opening today 12-4 @laundromatartspace #artistsinresidence exhibition featuring this work “The belt of Venus” 2020, 16” x 12”, mixed media on birch wood (at Laundromat Art Space) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cld4urJL9RH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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We are pleased to announce the 2019 Light Work Artists-in-Residence!
Congratulations to Carolyn Drake, Kris Graves, Pao Her, Mark McKnight, Meryl Meisler, Rafal Milach, Zora Murff, Sarker Protick, Arpita Shah, Cian Oba-Smith, Jiehao Su, Ka-Man Tse, and Cristina Velásquez!
To see the official announcement, please visit our blog.
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🤍➡️ @inruins____ In-ruins OPEN CALL 🤍➡️ https://www.inruins.org/_files/ugd/23ab1a_c88fd25dade448d7861772ce03b054c0.pdf 👀 #artistresidency 2022 is online✨ We welcome artists from all disciplines as well as research-based and curatorial projects. All info on sites how to apply in our BIO📩👉 Applications must be submitted by July 5th and will be reviewed by a jury composed by: Mathilde Ayoub @mathildeayoub Curator and PhD candidate, University of Cergy and the National Heritage Institute, Paris Roberta Garieri @roberta_gar Researcher, writer and curator, PhD candidate, University of Rennes 2 Aloisia Leopardi @a.l.o.i.s.i.a Director @castellosanbasilio residency, Basilicata Vittorio Parisi @vittoparisi Director of Studies and Research, @villaarsonnice , Nice #inruinsresidency #opencallartists #casignana #villaromanadicasignana #archaeology #artists #curatorship #artresearch #contemporaryart #polomusealesoriano #artistsinresidence #artistopencall (at Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeaVp_Qo85a/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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💙🧡💙 @kypseliprintstudio OPEN STUDIO, Dérive, 7th May 11am - 6pm KPS invites you to an Open Day at the studio to view the works of resident artists Ella-Rose Budd and Xavier Duffaut. The artists have been in residence since 1st April and have been producing some interesting work inspired by their wanderings of the city. Come and join us for a glass of wine and a chat :) Xavier Duffaut @xa_vier_du_faux Deliberately ambiguous, Xaviers practice is characterised by pastiches, detournements and performative activation of objects. The history of art (particularly the one of Avant -garde) and popular culture merge, as well as the boundaries seperating profane and sacred, tragic and grotesque. He defunctionalises, transforms or reproduces manufactured objects of his daily life. By aestheticising and poeticising them, he questions the violence of the values they carry. Ella-Rose Budd @ellabudd.art During this residency, Ella has been exploring the graffiti of Athens, documenting the build up of textures and details within the urban environment. The old phone boxes have encapsulated her interest. Mostly obsolete, they now act as a surface for advertising with endless layers of flyers and stickers. The architecture of the box itself creates an environment, inviting you in, something which Ella intends to explore by creating architectural environments with her prints, inviting the viewer to observe these layered details which would otherwise be missed. . . . #kypseli #athens #kypselihood #openday #screenprintstudio #screenprintingstudio #screenprint #screenprinting #printmaking #printspotters #artistinresidence #artistsinresidence #artistresidency #artistresidencies #workinprogress (at KPS - Kypseli Print Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc3AK-kqVAq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I am excited to welcome Valentina Peri (Italy/France) as one of our artists in residence 2022 at @perfocraze_international @valentina.peri arrived in Kumasi a couple of days ago with her colleagues @niya___b @queer___femme @remedy__poetry Stay tuned for a full profile on each artist and theirs live presentation every evening at @perfocraze_international #crazinistartiststudio #pIAR2022 #perfocrazeinternationalartistresidency #artistsinresidence (at PerfocraZe International Artist Residency -p IAR) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYbHqYmI46V/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Yorath House Artist Studio Placement: Meet the Artists – Alicia Proudfoot and Stephanie Florence
The studio space at Edmonton’s historic Yorath House is buzzing with new energy as we welcome our next artist duo to the space: Alicia Proudfoot and Stephanie Florence. Alicia and Stephanie will be sharing the studio until June 18th, as they devote time to their individual practices and collaborate on new works. Let's get to know a little bit more about Yorath House’s current artists in residence.
Alicia Proudfoot is an interdisciplinary artist who completed her BFA at the University of Alberta and her MFA at NSCAD University. Alicia uses sculpture and performance to discuss how humour affects a somatic response in themes on family or bodily experiences in illness. Her latest projects include the Digital Stone Project in Gramolazzo, Italy – where she is embracing new technologies to carve a marble yo-yo that compares her asthma to the toy – as well as a project funded by the Alberta Foundation for the Arts where she created the couch-based series “Sofa Loaf.”
“Beaded Lung” by Alicia Proudfoot.
“While on the grounds of the Yorath House, I am researching the performative nature of breathing and am creating sculptural vessels that impinge on how air is held or withheld by the body,” says Alicia. “Balloons are an immediate material choice to begin this research and I have experimented with stitching wax beads into the red, rubbery surface to create a puckered restraint on the inflation. The beads themselves have a visceral quality to them and through the process of threading them with a heated needle they look like rotten teeth. I intend to do a small series with these beaded inflamed balloons during the studio placement, but it is leading me to a larger scale that works with latex to mold my own distorted vessels to perform with. The field behind the Yorath House is a tantalizing open space for performance! A goal would be to take the latex objects I create outside and perform with them in that large space. The field also provides enough space for park goers to keep a safe social distance as they glimpse at my performative experiments.
Another component of my time spent at the Yorath House focuses on constructing an interactive sculpture where I will hydroform steel balloon letters to exhibit in the trees at the Lowlands Project Space this June. To have the audience elongate their vocal cords and read aloud the four letters of a monosyllabic “BAAH” mimics the involuntary enunciation I make in the onslaught of an asthma attack. I liken the strength required to inflate the metal with the physiological struggle that my asthmatic body has to breathe regularly. I cut out the letters on the balcony of the Yorath house against a backdrop of budding trees and found great relaxation working in the bright sun.


Top: “The Air of Balking” by Alicia Proudfoot, cut letters. Bottom: Welded letter part of “The Air of Balking”.
There is a delightful oddity in framing my projects around the domestic space of the Yorath artist studio. It makes these different vessels feel like decorations for a house party that celebrates my asthma, which seems to be a catharsis I share with many during this COVIDian time. By already having a prominent macabre aspect to my work, I am wholeheartedly leaning into this playful energy and am excited to see what unfolds next.”
Stephanie Florence is an emerging Canadian artist and curator working from Amiskwaciwâskahikan, colonially known as Edmonton, AB. Their artwork is primarily based in collage and collaboration, borrowing from sculptural objects, installations, performative gestures, explorative painting, and photographic means. Stephanie has recently been accepted into an MFA program with the University of Waterloo that begins in the Fall of 2021. They are also a graduate of the University of Lethbridge with a BFA and a Diploma in Fine Art from MacEwan University. Recently, they curated the SkirtsAfire Festival for a second consecutive year, and they are currently interweaving collections of experiences, interviews, art, and poetry into a book from an inclusive array of Edmontonians during the COVID-19 pandemic. As a non-binary artist, Florence acknowledges the use of pronouns such as they, their, them, she, her, he, him, and his.
Currently, Stephanie is conducting exploratory research on the coevolution of interspecies interactions, and how living bodies become a commodity for capitalist culture.


Top: “Bacteriophage Attacks a Cell” by Stephanie Florence. Bottom: “Intrinsically Linked” by Stephanie Florence.
“My material choices at this time include paint, sculpture, performance, plants, and meat that is cut out from grocery store flyers, which I use to collage the bodies of viruses and bacteria. I choose to use meat from flyers with the intention of producing a connection between colonial-capitalism, food production and distribution, and our societal view of animal bodies,” explains Florence. “By focusing on the flesh of animals in the production of viruses, a mixture of disgust and the grotesque is implicated, but the viruses are also given a form that feels closer to our flesh as humans. The collaged viruses are intended to demonstrate how domesticated animals’ flesh is essentially the same as human bodies, and intrinsically connects the evolution of virus, animal, and human. I feel that the use of flesh as a paper form shows how propaganda and corporations wish to devalue and dissociate from the idea that humans are all connected in a cellular, biodiverse, and evolutionary manner. The artwork that I am working on in the Yorath House Studio is an attempt to form an empathetic bond between species, adaptation, the flesh of an othered-animal, and our privileged human bodies. Above all, I wish to promote habitat and community building by collectively empathizing with non-humans and humans.
I wish for my artworks to act as devices for social transformation in how we view all species, whether plant, animal, insect, or viral. If society is questioning their thoughts on the ownership and interaction with all species – whether it is a zoonotic disease or house pet – then we might form new behaviours, norms, and interaction with the vibrant world around us.”

“Devalued Goods” by Stephanie Florence.
Keep an eye on the EAC blog and social media for more information about the Yorath House Artist Studio residency project, and updates from the current artist duo.
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ACE AIR: SHERIDAN TELFORD



Program: Ace AIR Location: Ace Hotel New York Date of Stay: 03.10.19 Artist: Sheridan Telford
Photographer Sheridan Telford spent a recent Sunday night at Ace Hotel New York “to take a step back from the madness and slow down for a sec - drifting away from [her] day to day mindset.” She created a mixed media series titled Frames Within combining written diary entries and digitalized film collage shot on a Canon AE-1, Yashica and Polaroid 600.
Sheridan Telford is a portraiture and fine art photographer living in Brooklyn. Born in Honolulu and raised in Vancouver B.C and Hong Kong, she discovered her passion for taking photos while traveling around South East Asia on family vacations at a young age. She received a BFA in Photography from Parsons School of Design in 2014. Her work often explores ideas of femininity, nature and surrealism using mixed media of film, collage and digital practices. She loves horror films and being in nature, particularly the mountains, forests and ocean of the Pacific Northwest.
This March, our Artists in Residence are curated by Bushwick Community Darkroom, which promotes and preserves the art of film photography in Brooklyn by directing resources to high school programs and open call opportunities for local artists. When founder Lucia Rollow graduated with her BFA in Photography from the School of Visual Arts, she found herself without an accessible space to print and develop film. Determined to continue the legacy of film photography, Rollow realized other artists were struggling with similar barriers. With just a handful of equipment, very little money and a dream, she opened Bushwick Community Darkroom in 2011. While simultaneously building a local network through her leadership of Bushwick Open Studios, Rollow assembled a motley team, which transformed BCD from a makeshift basement space into the bustling 3,000 square foot warehouse it is today. Almost a decade later, BCD now boasts more than 30 members, 24/7 access to darkrooms, color and black-and-white film processing, low-cost workshops and curated photography exhibitions. Members, volunteers and students work together to create a vibrant, affordable art space.
#aceair#newyork#nyc#acehotel#air#artistsinresidence#telford#bcd#bushwick community darkroom#diary#photo#photography#yes
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