Monday, 3 October 2011

I wanted to wait until tomorrow to sort of break this up but I still feel like writing!


 Pacific Mall, hm...
       I am truly happy that our class is one that is courageous enough to stir shit up. To do anything in public is absolutely exhausting but wonderful because you can almost make yourself an actor- fulfilling desires, but you HAD to, right? -It's for your art project. Its almost as if you can justify yourself for being someone you may have always wanted to be without feeling silly publicly.  I enjoyed feeling as though I didn't belong, but at the same time I really struggle with it. I have such a hard time creating artworks that are involved in other racial spaces or concepts because I feel as though things are still so touchy it is awkward to try to find a place, even though we may have total positive intentions. 
  I struggled with the setting of Pacific Mall because I felt as though almost every artwork I did HAD to became relative to the cultural environment I was in. I know that was the point, but i mean.. a bunch of predominantly Caucasian people walking into a mall, which is known for its Asian identity, with the intentions of stirring things up simply by being "strange", is still sort of awkward. I to was apart of  this, but I am wondering how all of you feel about it? How do you feel about making an artwork in a place that is centered around a culture different than yours? I am not sure there is a right or wrong answer but i feel it is necessary question. I have wanted to explore other cultures with my artworks but I feel almost as if it I am imposing. Do i limit my artistic queries because of politics, or should politics always be considered as relevant? 
I became aware of the fact that I was a minority in the mall. The shop keepers almost expected me to walk in and not buy anything, and judging by the "no photograph" signs everywhere they see a lot of tourists. I found the inability to photograph an annoyance, but really, who the hell wants flashes going off in their store every five seconds when it becomes a tourist location? Is it our Canadian right for Pacific Mall to be treated like a tourist location in the first place? Im not so sure. 
 I legitimately struggle with finding my boundaries in a racial context. Public places or not, I don't know how to explore some ideas and be completely appropriate at once, because everything is seemingly inappropriate one way or another. 
 My partner and I decided to leave a subtle trace of ourselves by purchasing ten 'lucky charms' that cost fifty cents a piece from a man in the mall. We placed them in jean pockets of other clothing stores, so that someone who tried a lucky pair of jeans on may find one. It almost felt like we were stealing, by placing our hands into the jean's pockets, but we were really just redistributing bought goods from the mall into another setting of the mall. In some cases the shops would be so tight my six foot 170 frame would have to pretend to try jeans on in the change room in order to achieve the proper placement of the charms. I'm sure this seems absolutely obvious and ridiculous to anyone reading the blog, no explanation necessary. I could tell the store keepers would wonder why I was bringing a size six into their change rooms but they were USUALLY too polite to say anything. My collection consists of the noise of specific places in the mall to comment on the hybrid of cultural background- American music and Asian voices, etc etc. My independent piece is me starting from one end of the mall and walking to the other complimenting almost everyone I saw on something they were wearing. I loooooooove your shoes, I LOOOOOOVE that vest. How else do you communicate with a complete stranger in a consumer environment where you come from two different cultures? - this doesn't even work as most people didn't pay any attention to me, not thinking I was talking to them, I am ASSUMING because of our cultural differences.

 (These three dots haunted me, what do they mean)?? 
        
       All in all, I wish this difference didn't exist, I wish we all just understood that we are all here for the same goal. Even more, I embrace the difference, I crave it, it would be a horrible world without it, but where do I fit in? 

P.S. I realize "Rain Walk" is the most lame blog name ever.

   Having never created a blog before I thought that would be the name of my mini blog, not my main blog. I'm not sure how to fix it, or if I can, just ignore it. Secondly, I realize I am posting twice in one night about two walks, but its all the same anyways, i promise. Plus, i find it appropriate to discuss this walk in particular at a later date, because it goes hand in hand with the work itself. The thoughts are always THERE! even though the event was before now.

       MY FAVOURITE WALK, was the walk we took in Oakville. I loved every second of hearing that beautiful couple's voice in my head. It created such an incredibly strange feeling of nostalgia for something I have no right to feel nostalgic for in the first place. I would say that a significant amount of my artwork focuses intentionally on time and space and the relativity of the where and now to our circumstances. Every thought goes into one line ------------------------------------ - not broken, that we can access and make real at any point in our future, our feelings may change, but its all there. Time cannot be linear! How lame. The walk sort of reminded me of my favourite movie as a child, the Little Princess. I am not prepared to specifically describe why, (watch the film) but the point is that it was sort of mystical. Imagining another person in my exact place as I walk from one garden to another triggers crazy emotions about how I feel about my own place in the world. It's funny how they can be discussing an issue almost completely separate from my own, but I can relate to it independently- translating directly to the differences in the walks we both share-similar walk, different experience with the walk, different experience than the dialogue, similar connection to the overlaying message of the dialogue. Brilliant! Time and space are so intriguing and irrelevant.

Ill look into some cool shit for you guys to check out later, and I'll add some pictures, but right now I feel only like writing, uploading sucks.

Found out how to change my main blog thing, its not quite as lame.

Mushrooms!



My stink horn <3,
 It is interesting how we have certain habits as human beings that spill out into almost every activity we do. While scavenging for mushrooms I felt an addictive, competitive urge to find the most amazing fungi possible, I see how it could easily become an obsession. I found the shape, colour and even the way the mushrooms hardly held on to whatever they had attached themselves to extremely ...silly. I enjoy knowing that the stupid little things can cause brutal deaths. Adding to their phallic appearance, the shitting, vomiting, spitting, and whatever else ingesting them can induce is very captivating and has the potential to be a fantastic total body                                                         cleanse if there is a way to do it appropriately.

I am fortunate enough to have grown up in a small town, like most others who are drawn to Guelph, where I have been constantly surrounded by forestry. The forest has been my playground while I was younger, and a place to breathe as I get older. I swear every time it is a different experience, it is therapy.