What a whirlwind weekend. As you probably know, I zipped down to Saint John to attend the opening of 50 Paces: an Installation. I flew down the day of the show, and I was up at 4am to catch the recommended Airport Express for my 7am flight via Montreal.
For some strange reason, I wasn’t able to sleep on the bus o [...]
On request, I am posting the Artist Statement I wrote for 50 Paces: an Installation opening at the Saint John Arts Centre on Friday May 4th. (That’s in Saint John, New Brunswick in case you didn’t know.)
Happily, the universe has worked with us to shift things around enough so I can go to the opening Friday and then spend the we [...]
You thought I struggled with picking a new name for this blog and writing my bio for In The Kitchen?
That, my dear friends, was small potatoes. Baby potatoes. Seed potatoes compared to writing an Artist’s Statement.
"Why?", you might ask, "would you need an artist’s statement?"
The Sai [...]
I’ve been back in Toronto for over a week now and it seems that the 50 Paces Project has taken on a life of it’s own.
Sue told me that her friend, who works in Social Services, is using 50 Paces as an allegory to increase intra-family communications with her client. How cool is that!?!?
Grant Kerr’s article ran in the Teleg [...]
And it was said that Sunday was a day of rest. But not for us.
My last full day on the island started with a phone call from Cathy at the Gondola Point Grocery – over 20 people had dropped in asking how to get down to see the trees.
Her big, and valid, concern was the number of people who wanted to see the 50 Paces Project but were int [...]
After promising you regular posts from the island as the 50 Paces Project progressed, I found the Gmail-Vox combo didn’t give me full photo functionality for my moblogging (I honestly have no idea how I got this posting onto Vox w/ a photo)…The regular readers of unsweetened.ca got daily updates and you… well… you get [...]
Back on the river today to fix my mistakes.
Yesterday I hung art on the 50paces tree -> the 500paces tree. Then I walked to the 1000paces tree and hung photos to the 550paces tree. Well almost. There are actually 21 trees meaning the last tree is the 1050 tree. So as of this morning the 1050paces tree is all decked out in 1000paces photos [...]
Friday was designated photo-hanging day. We were joined by Mary (seen above) from CBC TV, Grant & Cindy from the Telegraph Journal.
They each walked across the river to meet us at the first tree.
Then came with us as we hung photos on the first 10 trees. Constantly asking each other to get out of their shots of the trees and us hangin [...]
The woman with the camera from CBC loved the dogs, but since only Pork Pie and Meatloaf came out to help, the rest were howling away. There is a great clip in her final video of the ones who had to stay on the island howling.
To be in town for a 7:45am interview, I needed to meet Sandy at the store between 7am and 7:10am. Not so big a deal if I hit the river at 6:40am with the dogsled. Well that is if the dogs bother to move slightly faster than molasses. They didn’t. Then they dumped of on my ass halfway down the hill. Twice.
When I pointed out they were ba [...]
Yes, it’s true, I was on the CBC this morning talking about the 50 Paces Project… and yes, my typing has improved because I’m using a real keyboard. I have 150 photos to label that need me to have internet access to match the label with the photo. Kindly my friends Sandy & MJ are letting me hid out in the basement with [...]
All the trees are in – woo hoo!
And someone told the CBC about the project. Now I’ve been invited in for an interview tomorrow morning at 7:30am. I was hoping dad could come too, but logistically it’s not going to work.
We spent a big portion of yesterday pacing out the path to shore. Of course this could just as easily be called “crossing the river”
After some minor adjustments to how i count paces, we’ve figured we need 25 to 30 trees to build the path. (For those of you counting that’s 1500 paces, not the previously guestim [...]
With Kaya dogging my steps and trying to jump up and steal my mitt from right off my hand.