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The 10th Alberta Biennial
But what is it to act all this out, as if we didn’t know? More compelling are the pleasures of the quiz itself: awkward self-reflection in public, a...
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The 10th Alberta Biennial
Abject Object Vacation Vocation: Word, Image and Sound Play in the Work of Stacey Watson and James Patterson by Maeve Hanna
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The 10th Alberta Biennial
Vignettes of everyday detritus flash across the screen: objects fall to the ground, balloons pop, garbage lays scattered or is employed as an instrument for sound-making. Stacey Watson and...
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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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Anj Fermor
*Anj Fermor* is an artist and writer residing in Calgary, Alberta on Treaty 7 Territory. They have provided art work and writing for exhibitions throughout Calgary. This summer they...
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The 10th Alberta Biennial
for the time being: 2017 Biennial of Contemporary Art will continue at the Art Gallery of Alberta and Banff Centre’s Walter Phillips Gallery until *September 10th, 2017*.
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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...