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The 10th Alberta Biennial
Creating limitless entry and exit points, Object Vocation exists as a rhizome, working laterally rather than hierarchically. It resists narrative structure, enabling a waterfall of connections between semiotic chains,...
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St. Martins, New Brunswick
I bought my travel wardrobe at the Nanton Salvation Army, so the black skirts and sheer blouses are threadbare, the scarves patterned with lassoes and smelling of camphor. Wrapping...
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St. Martins, New Brunswick
The trails leading to the caves are overrun with calf-like children and their heifer mothers. In defiance, I discover untraveled, rocky ledges, grab branches for support—nettles catching, but not...
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St. Martins, New Brunswick
My boots draw pools of water that suck themselves flat. Folded on rose-bordered stationary, a letter sticks under the band of my bralette (that’s what the saleswoman called it)....
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St. Martins, New Brunswick
Dear Leonard, I saw an albatross at the Royal Ontario Mus eum. Not a real one, silly. In the bird gallery. There’s a glass cage like nothing you’ll ever...
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St. Martins, New Brunswick
I can’t even get the damned letters right. I left my laptop at home because I thought a typewriter romantic—perfumed stationary and click-clack floating out the window. Looney purring...
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Performing objects, readymade bodies
Video, photography, sculpture, and painting share a common space and duration in Liddington’s exhibition; autonomous objects from different disciplines have the opportunity to exchange meaning. In this, Merce Cunningham’s...
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St. Martins, New Brunswick
I’m digging into half a grapefruit when Looney darts from under the bed and arcs onto the windowsill. It’s open, not to the sea but to an alley...
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St. Martins, New Brunswick
Hi L, The water is covered with algae so I won’t swim in it. The tourists are dwindling. That bird survived. I’ve named the bird Lou, she’s a...
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St. Martins, New Brunswick
My bralette is salted with sweat stains. I tuck the letter in its lace and stretch an elastic band around the shoebox. Lou is cheep-cheeping, so she must...