For the first time, Sudhir, I and Shayona were in a show together, aptly titled, The Super Naughty Show. The Red Boots are mine, the three small ones on top on one wall are Shayona’s, a parody on the three monkeys – see no evil…. and the one with the looming figure is Sudhir’s.
If you are looking for the bashful and demure, the Super Naughty Show at the Super Wonder Gallery in Toronto is definitely not for you…
Born without clothes
In a barren landscape of a mind
Born of fire, beauty afire,
Light of life
Unabashed, untainted, celebrated
In brocades of dawn, in cascades of dusk
Ashamed? Do not look
Ashamed? Do not stare
Ashamed? Draw the curtains
Ashamed? Turn off the lights
Ashamed? Go into a slumber
Ashamed? Curl into a world
As enormous as a speck of dust
Narcissism on display with cyberspace an enabler. Oh well, why not. It’s here and so I surrender. VIGIL, a black and white statement, brush, pen and India ink on paper, landed me as a finalist in the 2015 Arts & Letters Club Ontario-wide NEXT! Exhibition. What a wonderful opening it was at the venerable Club, celebrating artists from across Ontario. The ceremonial aspect to the gala event could have been formal and forbidding. Yet, everyone was at ease, electrified but relaxed. I felt I was gliding as I went from painting to drawing to artist.
Open to the Public, Fridays, Saturdays and Mondays 11 – 4 from October 24 through November 9 and Thursday November 5, 5 – 8 pm. Posting too late for many, but here it is, narcissism on display.
Everything that can be said has been said and creativity is moribund. So, for a while (a while has been a long while) I pondered the possibility that a blank post is more meaningful than one crammed with words. Like the artist who decided a white canvas expresses more because one can ascribe a myriad of meanings to it.
But all resolutions are made to be broken. When a door opened unto a cavern of organic echoes resounding against gritty walls of drawings, paintings, etchings and sketches, where ephemeral sounds, metallic songs, irregular dialogues and effluvient forms melded with dripping colours and became one entity, I walked in (invited).
And suddenly, the isolated world of a self-described artist became one of the community: without losing that identifying mole which makes me distinct and secure in the knowledge that each line I have crafted and dot I have applied are unique and never duplicated.
Here is how Michelle Bylow, showcase director of RAW, sees it:
“At the MOD Club on July 17, 2015, GLIMPSE will be an interactive evening of everything art! Celebrate the vast talent that Toronto has to offer in fashion, music, accessory design, hair, makeup, visual art, dance and performing arts. You will have the unique chance to meet the artists and purchase works directly from them! All the while sipping on a glass of wine and watching the action happening on the stage.”
And thus, I became a part of the club scene in Toronto.
From your moment of arrival to the minute of departure, imagination will fill your space between reality and unreality
Says Marina Malvada, the force behind the Toronto chapter:
The internationally renowned, Society for Art of Imagination is proud to present their newest branch, The Canadian Society for Art of Imagination, at our inaugural event, the Toronto Art for Peace Exhibition. The exhibition, which runs from May 22nd to June 4th at Moniker Gallery in the heart of Toronto’s Fashion District, includes overt 60 artists from Canada, the US, and abroad. We are very fortunate to have works by H.R. Giger, Alex Grey, and Brigid Marlin, the founder of the Society who perfected her technique while studying under Ernst Fuchs.
The opening event, on Thursday, May 22nd from 6 to 10 p.m. at 452 Richmond Street West (West of Spadina), will feature a dazzling array of talent and expressive imagination. DJ Nicodemus Natas Exton will set the mood with his fantastic electro funk/fusion, and as usual, Moniker will have an attractively staffed cash bar. Mark your calendars; this will be a night to remember!
For those who enjoy a nice cup of tea with a side of witty remarks, The Canadian Society for Art of Imagination is hosting afternoon tea at the gallery on Saturday, May 31st from 1 to 5 p.m, followed by cocktails and speeches from 5 to 8 p.m. For an opportunity to peruse the artwork at a leisurely pace, and have a chat with some of the society’s founding members, come in on the 31st.
The exhibition was organized by the artists and society pillars, Marina Malvada, Bhat Boy, Russ Paquette and president, Jean Pronovost. A portion of the proceeds from art sales will go back to the society, and to Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders for their great work helping people in areas where war has cost them too much. We hope that you will come out and give your support to our wonderful new society and to this excellent cause.
Am I replicating my art or is it imitating me? Which came first? The question thrown in darkness was my moment of enlightenment. I realized with some glee that I had finally become a caricature of myself.
Exhibition: Dark Arts and me at Moniker Gallery
October 31 – Nov 5, 2013
The idea of self as an original being with a mission began to blur and evaporate and I saw we are all unique copies from times immemorial – a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy … of
EXHIBIT “A” There the likeness ends.
Well yes, the eyes are the same
and the mouth is similar.
The face is oval too, I admit.
But that, you will have to agree,
is all the semblance there is.
Smoothen out the wrinkles please,
iron out the creases.
Dab a little glow
on the carmine lips.
And please, if you could,
subdue that spin in the dizzy eyes.
After all, you understand,
I have not been on a carrousel.
you put that picture up
in the carnival hall,
do not forget to announce
to the ladies and the gentlemen,
is just a caricature,
not the real me.
In my solar system, the sun is a mass of words, heat and life, force and destruction, construction and reflection of a cluster of planets, around which colours revolve in symphony and erupt on canvas.
Courtesy: Natica Angilly’s Dancing Poetry based on my poem The Dance of the Goddess
In her universe, I see words melt and drape around fluid forms and I shiver and watch as a dance is born in chordal and cosmic harmony, to celebrate a pirouette whirling in a poem, or a chant resonating in a hymn.
You too perhaps find in words molten metal jewels, permeable rocks and onyx statues, or perhaps find in them hidden scriptures, or echoes of recitations in grottos; and maybe someday the words will disintegrate if you so desire, because your meditations have been realized.
Yet, first came the cry, magical and mystical, an announcement of freedom, a protest to be heard, to be fed, be held, be overcome with the gurgle and swath of happiness, of discovery, of touch, and scent and warm milk from the impossible comfort of a mother’s breast, as wandering eyes focused upon her face and words began to form in a hum… mmm…
With flowers her belly
And buds her breasts
Waves her legs
And breeze her arms
With the moon her heart
The stars her heartbeat
The night her eyes
And rivers her dreams
The woman strides
Into the unknown
Here are John Robert Colombo’s ruminations on the woman above:
The gait of the woman brings to my mind the image of Gradiva on the bas-relief plaque that once adorned Sigmund Freud’s office in Vienna (and is now on permanent display at the Freud museum in London). The image was popularized in a turn-of-the-century novel written by a German expressionistic writer; Freud read the novel, acquired a copy of the original plaque, and proceeded to immortalize Gradiva by attempting to psychoanalyze the literary creation in a remarkable essay that constitutes a world first. I am tempted to try to do the same with Suparna’s walking woman.