All You Wanted To Know About Figures

The most immediate and tactile experience we have is of our form. The joy and pleasure in the sensation is heightened when we capture it on paper, canvas, mind, sky, constellation…

It’s a promise of the event below.

Suparna Ghosh's photo.
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RAW GLIMPSE

Raven Rose Series

Raven Rose Series

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.

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Canadian Art Of Imagination

Invitation to Toronto Art for PeaceFrom your moment of arrival to the minute of departure, imagination will fill your space between reality and unreality
with fantasy.

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.

 

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Dark Arts

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.

DARK ARTS 2013 (14)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.
And when
you put that picture up
in the carnival hall,
do not forget to announce
to the ladies and the gentlemen,
that this
is just a caricature,
not the real me.

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Magic myth sound and rhythm of words

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.

s 2012-9-8 DPF 044Courtesy: 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…

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Unlimited

it’s a monolith, thought the gull
alighting on her shoulder

a monument, mused the spirit
whistling through her walls

a pillar, whispered the wind
twirling ‘round her limbs

a village, revealed the crier
surveying her space

a forest, roared the storm
swirling about her hair

a poem, sang the song
hearing a lute in her hum

a damask, decided the novel
etching a tale on her skin

with the sky in one eye
and the ocean in the other

she decides she’s
the gut of the earth

Published in Global Poetry Anthology, short-listed for the Montreal International Poetry Prize

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Woman Of Stride

 

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.

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