Reoccurring Dreams and Artists Who Inspire
Photographs by Acacia Johnson

Slow Magic 'Feel Flows' from Matthew Emvin Taylor on Vimeo.
The Right Word

i.
The silence you 
filled me with 
is a dream I 
cannot remember

nothing 
replaces you

not even 
the silence.

Cold Mailman: "My Recurring Dream" from Audun G. Magnæs /// D.o.P. on Vimeo.

ii.
The words 
I once spoke for you
have vanished

memories
like caves
are filled with the
dead bones of 
things.

Among them
your skeleton
heavy with sleep.

The words 
I tried to
wake you with
is the reason
you are smiling,

iii.
In a dream
you stand over my grave
trying to find the right word
to end the funeral.

It's strange
since I haven't died
and I can't seem to make you
believe that.

You stand
looking uncomfortable
holding my old
umbrella.
I get the feeling
you know how
the dream ended.


Water by Morgan Maassen from NouvelleVagueLA on Vimeo.
iv.
Where this photograph
was taken
were you thinking about
death?
What thought is frozen
that only begins to thaw
in time and through
constant exposure?

You look dead
only your eyes moved
at the last moment.

Maybe you thought
about me.


Everything Flows from Constantin Philippou on Vimeo.
v.
Because the wolves
smell you
your dream won't
save us.

it only puts words
between silence
and death.

Your silence
is no answer
until I can hear it.

As long as
you pretend to sleep
I won't wake you.

-Susan Musgrave
(What the Small Day Cannot Hold,
Dundum Group, 2000)


Jodi SharpComment
Quiet as death

quiet as death


twice in one week
i have been referred to 
as emotionally cold
twice this month
i've been referred to
as manipulative
once someone told me
they were tired of
managing me and my
emotions
one man said that
i humiliate myself publicly
and need self respect
another man said i was
morbid
because of my taste in movies
one man tells me he loves me
and another says he
did love me and 
always will but
not as much as her
all i can think of
is that i want you all
to be quiet
very quiet
quiet as death
so i can think about
myself
without your cries
and wails and fits
of interpretation
the most comforting thing
anyone has ever said 
in regard to me
was that i
am just a person
living my life
but he was
a bastard

-Kendra Grant Malone
(Chasing pigeons makes me feel more powerful
Scrambler Books, 2010) 

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Performance Work
Jodi Sharp
Artist Statement 2015


"Herein lies the clue to the understanding of the secret power of the arts. They are in fact rituals, religious exercises, engaging the core of the human psyche, responding to and nurturing its deepest most secret needs and appetites. When the artist engages in his craft he dons priestly, vatic, shamanistic robes. "

-Wiebe, Myth, Religion and Ritual (The Subversive Artist), Pg 19


          According to Henry Weibe in his book Myth, Religion and Ritual (The Subversive Artist), the artistic practice is synonymous with a religious one. Weibe states that the creation and consumption of art is "for the soul's sake," and that art holds power because it is ubiquitous with ritual, which is one of the conditions of our humanity. (Pg 26)
         The themes in my work often coalesce around the creation of a new type of religious space, which I feel is indicative of an upcoming generation. Growing up in a non-inclusive and often oppressive traditional religious environment, I have come to see a new wave of individuals arise who are focused on the universal truths of spirituality, rather than practicing established religion. My practice is therefore interested in experimenting with taking established ritual and creating new spiritual spaces, and how that will effect the world around me. Practicing as somewhat of a religious poacher, I take ideas and concepts from various worldwide religious spaces and make something that is unique to a new generation.
         Focusing on ideas of relationships, community, and environmental responsibility, I seek to create performative acts and ritual objects that help elicit change. In our culture there is a need to re-create an ethics of responsibility towards others, to abolish ideas of a binary and the Other in order to reduce conflict, and to reclaim a space in our society where there is a greater awareness of how we interact with and impact our environment. Using performance, object making, and community involvement, my practice focuses on the creation of stories and myth which parallel our current societal space, yet create new ways in which society can relate to others and the environment. Through small actions, and a dialogue around societal change, I seek to change the structure of the system through new ritualistic actions.


"Each person knows that somehow he shapes what will be, that what he is doing is not a charade which merely affirms what already will be, but an efficacious activity which contributes to that future, even if it is only that individual's own." 
-Martland, Religion as Art, Pg 17  

(For more photographs and expanded explanations of all projects, click on the title of any piece)
Medium: Performance, Mixed Media Sculpture
Dimentions: Variable
Duration: 2-4 hours, 2-3 times a week for 5 weeks
Year Completed: 2013

The fool is an installation and performance about trying to break the unhealthy patterns that are perpetuated in romantic relationships. 

Often it seems, so many people repeat the same relationship stories over and over again throughout their lives. The repetition and recycling of relational problems is a common story, and is often due to an individual's unwillingness to change their own pattern. This installation is about the futile actions of an individual unwilling to get up and change their own cycle, all the while praying that it will end. 
Medium: Performance
Duration: 6 hours
Completed: 2013

It is easy to get hung up on expectations about how an interaction should be or what certain relationships should look like. It is a common experience for human beings to expect things from other people, and be disappointed when their desires aren't always met. In Expectations Change Everything, the artist creates a ritual to allow her to release some of her own presumptions, and come to a place of contentment and acceptance of what is real.

Focusing on a specific relationship that she wanted to change her sense of attachment to, the artist writes down every bit of correspondence between herself and the individual. These pieces of paper are then sewn into a costume that the artist puts on her body.
Desiring to come to a place of release and acceptance, the artist wears the paper suit into her bathtub, and watches as the words dissolve and fall away, bringing her back to the present and to what is real.
Title: Don't Pause
Medium: Performance, Nail Sculpture
Dimentions: 6' 8" x 6'
Duration: 16 hours
Uncompleted: 2013

Don't Pause is an installation and performance about an artist's drive to create and reach an audience, while often failing in that task.
Pounding in nails one by one to create a sculptural installation on the wall of her studio, the artist spends days and around 16 hours working on a sculpture that will read to her audience in the way she wants it to. Through the stress on her body, the artist reaches a limit where she is unable to continue, leaving her audience confused as to the unfinished writing on the wall. 
Medium: Performance, 120mm film
Duration: 4 hours
Completed: 2013

The Siren Project is a performance piece that deals with the societal dichotomy placed on men and women. Focusing on the Greek myth of the Sirens, the artist sets out to kill the ancient archetype of the femme fatale. Through the death of this archetype, the artist is able to release confining societal views, and emerge from a ritually invoked miming of death into a cathartic rebirth. Following the tradition of the Eleusinian mysteries, the artist is reborn from death possessing the secrets of eternity, and is freed from all anxiety.
Medium: Performance, 
Duration: 45 mintues
Completed: 2012


Nature Preserve Performance is a performance done in the parking lot of a large shopping centre. In it the artist creates a ritual where she tries to call to the "gods of nature" to replace the trees that previously lived there. The ritual ultimately does not achieve the goal of making trees appear and the artist leaves the space essentially as she arrived in it. Then intent of the performance is to discuss how difficult it is to replace natural space after it has been removed, and how "faith" will not fix the damage done to the environment. If the damage to environmental space is to be repaired it will require a lot more effort than prayer.  
Medium: Performance Photographs, Publication 
Duration: 3 months
Completed: 2012

Endorphins and Oxytocin is a publication and a performance project by artist Jodi Sharp. The publication consists of poetry, writings, as well as a three month performance and documentation of the artist wearing a weaving that represents all of her old lovers

In this project the artist questions what love is, how we are capable of it, and how it is possible that we can feel the same feelings for different people again and again.
Medium: Performance
Duration: 4.5 hours
Completed: 2011

Dealing with Loss, is a series of performance photographs that talk about the rituals we need to create for ourselves in order to properly grieve. Coming from a religious background where the rituals are are already created to mourn the loss of human life, the artist questions what happens when a person no longer subscribes to those specific rituals or beliefs. 
Dressing in an outfit that represents her own human life, and the skeletal remains that will one day be her own body, the artist creates a succession of actions with the intention of creating a new space where loss can be acknowledged, felt, and released.

Working with her own symbol for unnecessary loss- the skull of a moose who has been shot by hunters who did not take away or use the body, the artist ties herself to its remains. Walking in the cold, staying with the body, tying and untying herself, the artist stays, freezing and mourning, for over 6 hours. Finally, when some sort of release is felt, the artist gives up the corpse back to its natural habit, leaving it to its natural process of decaying back into the universe. 
Medium: Performance, video, paper sculpture
Duration: 9.5 hours
Completed: 2011

I am animal, was undertaken as a continuation on the theme of dissolving the stereotypical human form into something more naturalistic. In this piece the artist wove  and sewed paper onto her body to make a cocoon that would allow her to transform. 
Throughout the nine and a half hour performance the artist focuses on the breaking down of self, the changing of her identity into something that is more nature based and merging into the environment. The intention was to achieve a deeper personal connection with the world around her through the loss of her own visual identity.  
The time reduced video of this performance was then projected onto the relic of the cocoon that the artist eventually cuts off of her body, having, eventually, to return to the world of her own form. 
Medium: Performance
Duration: 9 hours
Completed: 2011

Seeking to Worship in the Wilderness, was a day-long performance done within the confines of Montreal city. 
Working from the distopic reality of human separated from nature, the artist walks with a skeletal remnant of a naturalistic form. Through a nine hour performance, the artist walks and walks, stopping to try and perform ritualistic acts in the streets and alleys of Montreal. Desperately trying to reclaim city space and make it into an expanse where nature could still be regarded and even worshiped, the artist essentially fails, but is successful only in the temporary imprint of a different sort of image within the city limits.
Jodi SharpComment
Your demons and my demons
 My dreams are exhausting these days. Nights and nights full of inexhaustible tasks, repetitive actions over and over. Fighting and killing small sharks, bringing them into shore, piling them up over and over. Climbing small trees that are too skinny to climb, crossing suspension bridges I am unable to cross. Cartwheels and body failing and people I'm supposed to know but don't. Digging out wounds over and over so they will not heal. Blood. Patterns and feelings and layers and layers of things that are just too difficult to do. And when I wake up I feel more tired than when I went to sleep.
They reminds me of a feeling I had when I wrote this poem years ago-
 I'm saying shut me up but what I really mean is wake me up.

they've been kind of depressing
my dreams these days
about water and balloons floating on rafts out a sea
people drowning
severed heads being pulled around on carts
and all of those things and colors
i just can't quite remember

i woke up in an apartment.
my apartment, but backwards.
holes in the roof
climbing through to get into the windows above me
looking out onto concrete

painting the walls
over and over again
it never covers
it never covers

you can't cover grease
the texture always
soaks through

i know these are figments of my imagination
but I can't help being mad at people when i wake up

reality does not come as a breath of air
unless it was stale old air
less alive, less colorful
the dead don't resurrect here
and even though you hurt me in my sleep
at least i got to see you
and we laughed once

even though i was sad in my dream
at least i felt you
then i could cry in the morning
even though i forgot you had been there

on sunday morning i woke up and i couldn't remember anything
my mind was blank from 1 o'clock on saturday
until i woke up to my headache.

it was a relief.

-Jodi Sharp
(2007)



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Love What is Mortal


In Blackwater Woods

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it
go,
to let it go.

-Mary Oliver
(American Primitive
Back Bay Books, 1983)

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The Prayer Flag Project has begun!

So the Prayer Flag project has finally begun! A project that was slotted for last year's round of festivals, but was pushed to the side due to, well, life. If you want to see the beginning concept for this project you can go

here

.

But it is a new year, and what better way to begin it than to start with a project that is focused on connecting communities, and offering up our prayers for peace, wellness and healing. 

The Prayer Flag Project is a moving installation that will take place in Canada over the course of this year. It will be set up at festivals, in homes, parks and public gatherings. The purpose of this project is to inspire people to actively participate in creating their own spiritual space and to promote community wellness.

The project is simple- people write their own prayers, wishes, intentions or images on the empty flags the artist has provided. The flags then get hung at the end of the prayer chain. Over the course of the year the chain will grow longer and longer, and the prayers will travel across countries, to reach communities everywhere. 

The idea of original Tibetan prayer flags, is that the ancient Buddhist prayers, mantras and powerful symbols displayed on them produce a spiritual vibration that is activated and carried by the wind across the countryside. All beings that are touched by the wind are uplifted and a little happier. The silent prayers are blessings spoken on the breath of nature. Just as a drop of water can permeate the ocean, prayers dissolved in the wind extend to fill all of space.

When raising prayer flags proper motivation is important. If they are put up with the attitude “I will benefit from doing this” – that is an ego-centred motivation and the benefits will be small and narrow. If the attitude is “May all beings everywhere receive benefit and find happiness,” the virtue generated by such motivation greatly increases the power of the prayers.  

This year the installation began at

Intention Gathering BC

 at Camp Elphinstone on the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia, Canada. Starting over the new year and in such a community centred space, is exactly how this project needed to begin.

To contain this project, I set up an empty cabin away from the main party area as a meditation space. People were informed that the space was there anytime they needed to take a quiet moment, a rest, or just a pause. While they were there they were welcome to make a prayer flag with the supplies provided.

Artwork behind altar by Marty

The results were beautiful. I wish I could share each and every single one with you. I'll share a couple, but you'll just have to find an event these are set up at and make your own.

Photograph by 

Anastasia Gai

If you would like to be a part of this project and don't think you'll see me somewhere around the country this year, please feel free to mail me your own! Others have already made some in their own homes to be added onto this project.

All you need is a 5x5 inch piece of fabric, a little bit of time to sit down and write or draw out your prayers, and you can mail it to me to be added to the prayer chain. You could even make a day out of it and get some friends together to do it at the same time, as a wonderful way to ring in the new year! 

Feel free to email me at jodithesharp@gmail.com for an address to send your flags to. 

Thank you to all who have participated in this project so far. Thank you to Intention BC for having me, and may your sacred prayers be imprinted on the wind, generating peace and good wishes.

“Do you know what you are?

You are a manuscript oƒ a divine letter.

You are a mirror reflecting a noble face.

This universe is not outside of you.

Look inside yourself;

everything that you want,

you are already that.” 

-Rumi 

(Hush, Don't Say Anything to God: Passionate Poems of Rumi)

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Come now the flood, for you have no idea how long I can hold my breath.
-Poem by Tyler Knott Gregson


Alright, so here I am. Back again after a LONG absence from this space, mostly because I have been absent from myself and my own stability. It has been a CRAZY year, filled with intense emotional drama, some huge kicks to the face, and many, many projects.

I haven't finished posting for you guys where I have come to in the gear project, (which is has had a HUGE amount of work sunk into it), after which, due to personal reasons, I decided to take a year leave of absence from my Masters program at Concordia. 

I haven't posted a couple of shows I had.
I haven't posted multiple festivals or getaways I did.

I haven't posted about my HUGE multiple month journey of working for the incredible company Archimedes Design, and my travel through the country down to Burning Man and back, and everything that happened along the way. 

I haven't posted about what's been going on in my personal practice for the last few months.

And finally, I need to post that I finally began the Prayer Flag Project, a project I had intended to start last year, which now has begun, starting with the incredible festival of Intention Gathering BC.

It is a new year. Time for new beginnings and recentering. Going to a beautiful, community run festival was just the grounding that I needed to approach my life anew. This year will not be like last year. And so I am back, and will spend the next little while filling in the gaps of everything I have not put up here. Probably starting with what is current and working backwards, haphazardly as I feel so inclined.



SO -
ENTRY 1 OF THE NEW YEAR!!!

Part of the reason why I took a leave from academic study was because it was just so ACADEMIC. I was beginning to feel like all of my work was coming out of my head and not from my heart, which is exactly the opposite of what I feel like art should be. 
There is this amazing quote from Martha Graham that has been inspiring my face off lately- 

"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy,
a quickening that is translated through you into action,

and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique.

And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.

The world will not have it. 

It is not your business to determine how good it is 
nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. 

It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.

You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work.

You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you.

Keep the channel open… no artist is pleased.
There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. 

There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us

marching and makes us more alive than others."
So in the last few months I came face to face with, when I'm not making something for an advisor or prepping for a show, what exactly am I making? What is channeling through me right now? And suddenly, the image of the scarab beetle began entering my head everywhere I turned. It was in my dreams, it was in my thoughts, I couldn't get it out of my head. 

And I began drawing. The same images over and over again. Something I haven't done since technical art college about eight years ago. Drawing the same images, painting the same images, researching the same images, putting the same images in my stain glass. 
In egyptian mythology, the scarab beetle is the symbol of creation. It is a creature that obsessively and tirelessly works to build something out of nothing. It was essentially the "patron saint" of artists of the egyptian world. 

In my dream book, A to Z of Dream Interpretation by Pamela J. Ball, it states that the scarab beetle was an ancient egyptian solar symbol- it is said to have rolled the sun across the sky. Seeing this beetle in your dream thus represents protection from evil. It is also taken to represent hard work, efficient planning and a use of resources that needs to be undertaken. As well, a third meaning is that to can carry the symbolism of all insects- that is, something which is unclean if not given the correct attention. 
But I will stop rationalizing. I don't give a damn why these images are pouring out of me. They just are. 
As Martha Graham says, it is not my business to determine how good it is, as long as they just keep pouring. And I'll be fine with that for now. 






Jodi SharpComment
Mood Board Day- VoodooHoodoo
 Myth is the twilight speech of an old man to a boy. All the old men begin at the beginning. Their recitals always speak first of the origin of life. They start by inventing this event which no man witnessed, which still remains a mystery. They initiate the history of their race with a fiction. For, whether it was first in the sense of time, life is, for all men, first of miracles in the sense of prime. This is a fact. Myth is the facts of the mind made manifest in a fiction of matter.

Maya Deren
Divine Horsemen, Pg 21
McPherson & Company, 1953
 Whenever modern industrial techniques are introduced into a primitive culture, the ritualistic practices rapidly decline and disappear. It has there fore been deduced that the purposes of ritual is the magical control of environmental forces, a function more effectively fulfilled by modern techniques, which it is argued, have therefore come to replace the rituals. However, only a small percentage of religious ritual (as distinct from magic rites) is concerned with such material phenomena. And on the other hand, machines have not so much given control over natural disasters such as drought, flood and epidemic disease, as made possible compensatory, remedial and rescue measures. Moreover, the machine and the culture it has produced made for disasters unknown to primitive man: automobile, train and airplane accidents, nervous disorders, sexual crimes, and the unprecedented enormity of war's destruction. Certainly it cannot be claimed, therefore, that the ritualist appeal against catastrophe have been eliminated because modern industrial man is more secure physically or morally than man in a primitive culture. If one were to compare such cultures in proportion of negative to positive factors within their respective contexts, it is extremely doubtful whether, relatively, the modern culture would show the greater positive weight.

Maya Deren
Divine Horsemen, Pg 188
McPherson & Company, 1953

Jodi SharpComment
War Toys

News coverage in Gaza

Fuck the white flash
The sudden burst of light becomes the colour of eternal night for all those nearby,
whether it leaps off a young man’s body in grotesque sacrifice or fell like screaming angels from the sky
Either way there are few it passes over this time who do not die.


Fuck the black muzzle
The scratchy Velcro mask that hides the face of a young madman barking through the screen.
‘Arab Dogs!’ he says?
‘Jewish Dogs!’ maybe.
The foam fires off their hot, rattling teeth until they all sound alike to me, same face, same words and all saying the same fucking thing. Something about how all they want is to be free.


Fuck the yellow sand
The hollow shell of ancient land kicked up by madly raging tanks or gripped in prostrate mourner’s hands.
Fleeing the chaos in a frantic cloud it makes the outside watchers proud to wear it as their defining badge, as they stand around in practised frowns at the tragedy of it all
‘How sad!’


Fuck the red dye
Fuck the green, the black, the olive drab and fuck the blue and white. Fuck all the flags, none are worthy to shroud the pale body of a murdered, no wait, ‘Martyred’ Child.
There is enough red staining the ground, enough green envy on either side. Plenty of hearts blackened by smoke, enough skin bruised blue or drained white.

Giles Longley-Cook
Let the Land Choose

Who do you think the HolyLand
Would choose: Palestine or Israel?

Do you expect the birthplace of 3
Religions to ever really be peaceful?

I mean—Jesus was a saint,
Tortured and crucified by men with gold.

Do we celebrate Pilot’s cursed victory
Or the sacrifices made by a saint,

A hero, who rises from the dead?
His Resurrection marked by Easter eggs,

Reproduction. Do miracles
Require modernity or tradition

To appear? Chemicals or nature?
Mind or heart? Bulldozing olive trees,

Whose oil sustained families, diet
And economy, Israel is yet to produce

A decent olive oil. It’s blood somehow
Curdles with the juice of branches needed

To extract an extra virgin olive.
The HolyLand seemingly chooses bullets,

Nightclubs, Capitalism, Snobbery-
(Ignorance is bliss)—but the roots

The veins reaching into mountains’
Throats seem to not be cooperating.

Why is that? Ask Jesus, the rebel,
Who'd say: First get to love Palestine.

Farrah Sarafa






Jodi SharpComment
Forgive me for all that I am


Origami Star

This evening presented me with a ghost from yesterday
Or maybe a gracious spirit just sent to ease my soul.
She was so kind and gentle,
Smiling so perfectly when I said something silly.
I knew her, I know I did...
She taught me about myself,
Her expression, so quiet and meek
And I saw in her eyes...
And I hate all the things that will come upon her in the night
Things that will make her cry, evils that will break her heart
And I was as helpless as my mind
Showed me scene after scene... I can help...
Please let me help the one I love!
But I was shackled, bound by the weakness of my soul.
She, so young and full of hope and promise,
I saw that same young face, yet set
With eyes so lonely... eyes a-flood with pain...
But she forgave me for all that I am.
So maternal, so celestial,
And she left me an origami star.
So I sat alone in the back room
And cried until I loathed myself...

Brent Henry
Twilight Musings
International Library of Poetry, 2005
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. 
It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

Mary Oliver
Photographs by Yung Cheng Lin
Jodi SharpComment
Inconvenienced by Thoughts

THE GRENADE

I. 
Kill me by giving me a grenade
and telling me it’s your heart.
I don’t want to know what your favorite color is
but I do want to know what color you bleed
when you’re with me. 
I had a dream that I painted my body blue
and melted into the ocean
that you swam through.
I woke up crying,
tasted salt, and thought
this is what it must feel like to be the sea. 
III. 
I mean,
what else can this heart do but break or fall in love?
There’s a grenade rocking back and forth in my chest
and I’m holding the pin between my teeth like an apricot pit. 
My palms are mines, and you’re just a finger’s length away
from leaving me splattered across your chest, and you yelling “Cover!”
and pulling the sheets over our head
won’t do anything but make me hold onto you
as if you are the only thing
standing between me
and a bullet. 

-Shinji Moon
The Anatomy of Being
ADVICE FROM DIONYSUS
Burn all your bridges
just so that you can build them again
with thicker ropes. 
Hurt all the people you love
and then commit every felony to win them back. 
Drown yourself in bleach until not even Heaven’s light
can compare to how bright you burn. 
Turn yourself inside out
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams. 
This is the art of
living with a ticking heart, a grenade you
throw through windows to make a
point that language
has no room for. 
This is how I destroyed you.

And this,
is how I kept you alive. 
Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you’ve ever
said, everything that you’ve never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
but ash. 

-Shinji Moon
The Anatomy of Being








Jodi SharpComment
Archimedes Design Dome Building!

I have a pretty fun gig this summer working for

Archimedes Design

 down in Brooklyn, New York. 

Two friends and I went down to help out designers Michael Gates and Toby Vann on their new startup project. Toby and Michael have invented a new and easier way to build geodesic dome structures. 

Anyone who's ever installed a geodesic dome for an event or festival, knows just how long it can take, and how heavy and cumbersome they can be. I personally had a "never again" experience with hauling around

my own geo-dome

 project to festivals last summer. They're beautiful, and once together they're really structurally sound, but the setup process can be a real pain. 

Michael and Toby have invented an entirely new way of dome building. Normally, when you build these things, you have struts of various sizes that get screwed and bolted into hubs one by one, building top down until the dome is complete. 

The domes of 

Archimedes Design

 work differently. Their poles are all one size, and they slot into pre-made hubs. Then, instead of bolting and screwing, a star shaped harness is attached to each hub, which holds the whole shape together through tension. 

The results are large, stable domes that are erected quickly without using a single tool! Five of us built a 26' footprint dome in under an hour, using only a ladder. For anyone who has constructed one of these domes before, you know that's pretty darn impressive. 

As this is Toby and Michael's first year going into production with these domes, they needed a hand, so the three of us headed down to Brooklyn.

Photo by Toby Vann

Our time was spent cutting down pipes, pressing them, drilling them and assembling them, sewing up star shades and shade tents, designing rain flys, and in general, brain-jamming on all the ways we could think of to make these domes even more awesome!

Photo by Toby Vann

Photo by Toby Vann

It was a super amazing project to be a part of and to feel useful. And, to top it all off, they fed us like kings!

Photo by Toby Vann

All in all, it has been amazing to be part of this team. Fun to learn, fun to build, and fun to be a part of a new, inventive startup project!

Photo by Toby Vann

Photo by Toby Vann

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Book Report- Prodigal Summer
 
Prodigal Summer
Barbara Kingsolver
HarperCollins Books, 2000


Prodigal Summer is one of the most stunning books I have read in a long time. It wasn't even recommended to me, I picked it up off the desk of a friend in a moment of boredom and didn't put it down for days until I was finished.

Tender, kind, sad, truth-telling and powerful, this book touched me in ways I cannot speak of. It had the quiet voice of someone who knows tragedy, understands the link of death and life, human and nature, and the power of each individual, wether human, insect or animal, to transform and live on despite it.

The discussion of the human's place in the role of things was complete, well balanced and beautiful. Environmental while being realistic, fully discussing human beings in the place of nature, either as its masters or slaves. Dealing with huge issues such as these while making them irrelevant and relevant in the place of things, Barbara Kingsolver has the capacity to deal with the intensity of life with a mix subtlety and hardedge that it deserves. It is truly rare to find a book that so powerfully speaks the conflict of life as it is.

The book breaks into the stories of three individuals, all who are linked without knowing it, all who are going through understanding their place in the world in the midst of major life changes; age, death, birth and the subtle shifting that just comes from being alive.


Predator
"Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to a beetle underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web pulling mate to mate to predator to prey, a beginning or an end. Every choice is a world made new for the chosen."
Pg 444


Our novel begins with the story of Deanna, a woman who has chosen the solitary life of a forest services officer, living alone in a cabin on a mountain. Her job is to watch. See the forest for what it is, track the animals, notice the cycle of life and death, and report to those who do not inhabit the mountain. She is a part of everything, and yet so very separate. She has a passion for life the way it is, knowing how and why ecosystems function, and believing in the natural laws of death in order to continue life. 
Another job that she has is to run off poachers and protect the mountain from the destruction of human beings. However, at the beginning of the story she meets a hunter, and, unlike most humans she dismisses from her space, she has a connection with this one that she cannot ignore. 

A mating ritual between them begins, despite their opposing views on the world. Although he ends up coming and going, living at her cabin for most of the summer, they have opposite views on the treatment of the natural space. She, believing in the wisdom of the world if humans just leave it alone, he, believing that humans have the right to kill, change the forces that be, and posses. 

The main conflict is over one particular animal, the coyote. The coyotes found on this mountain are characters in and of themselves, and Deanna is awed and kindred with them. The hunter however, born as a sheep farmer, has an irrational hatred of them, and is on the mountain specifically to kill the ones that have moved there. 
"Deanna felt the impulse to bolt- to flee this risky mate gleaned from her forest. 
A sheep rancher. She knew the hatred of western ranchers toward the coyote; it was famous, maybe the fiercest human-animal vendetta there was... The farmers she had grown up with would sooner kill a coyote than pronounce its name. It was a dread built into humans via centuries of fairy tales: give a man the run of a place, and he will clear of of wolves and bears." Pg 28

Throughout the summer Deanna wrestles with the confusion over her choice of someone and how he could possibly see the world in this way. But her values begin to be questioned when her own world view begins to shift. 

While she believes in the right of predator to take a life, she finds it horrible when a human does it, not seeing humans as natural but rather unnatural in their willingness to exterminate. However, there occurs a shift in her own body so great, that when he begins to bring meat home to eat, she finds herself suddenly changing her values around it. Then there is an incident when she questions even nature's right to take a life- a snake has been living in the roof of her cabin eating the mice, which she sees as natural and is grateful for. But there comes a moment when, instead of eating the undesirable, the snake consumes a whole nest of baby birds Deanna has been watching and caring for all summer. The sorrow and confusion she feels over the unjustness of this is a huge turning point in her story. 
Photographs by Laura Makabresku

By the time Deanna realizes she is with child, she has come to the balance of what it means to value one life over another. While her mate moves on, she is ready to return to the world of the human, complete in her own shift that she could snuff the life of almost anything to protect her own young. 


Moth Love

""Lusa, honey, where you come from maybe they think it's be nice to have a church full of bees. People get sentimental in a place where nature's already been dead for 50 years, so they can all get to mourning it like some relative they never knew. But out here he's alive and kicking and still on his bender."
"My husband, the poet. Nature is an uncle with a drinking problem.
He shook his head. "That's how it is. You have to persuade it two steps back everyday or it will take you over..."
"...Take over what?" she said, trembling to hold back a rage. "You're nature, I'm nature. We shit, we piss, we have babies, we make messes. The world will not end if you let honeysuckle have the side of your barn." Pg 45
The story of Lusa continues the questionings of Deanna flawlessly, completing them in another way and adding breadth to the dialogue. 

Lusa is a entomologist who grew up in a city always having the desire to be a farmer. At the end of her doctorate, she meets Cole, a small town farmer who she falls in love with, marries, and moves to his family homestead . She is completely unprepared for this new life she thought she wanted, plopped into the middle of a huge family and the realities of what it means to be a day to day farmer. Viewing her natural world with rose-colored glasses, her and her husband fight constantly about how to tend the land, Lusa getting upset when he kills bugs and weeds that she sees are vital to the ecosystem. To top it all off, his giant family sees her as strange and pretentious, and she becomes desperately unhappy in the space.

About a year after their marriage, as Lusa is seriously considering leaving him, Cole is killed in a truck accident. She is left alone on the giant farm, suddenly faced with the realities of what it means to have debt, tend land and survive. 
Trying to learn the skill of farming from scratch, Lusa makes desperate mistakes, topped by a family who would prefer to run her off then help. After she misses the planting of the farms main income earner, tobacco, due to her high and mighty attitude that no one should smoke anyway, she realizes that she may loose the farm altogether and has to face what it means to be practical but inventive. 

All this time Lusa is learning more and more tidbits about Cole, things she never knew about his values and desire for the farm. Learning that he had always hated farming tobacco, and had grown up trying to invent new ways of organic farming make her realize just how close their values had been. She begins to level out her unbalanced perspective and see the farm the way that Cole had- allowing herself to cull and kill what needed it, and help what needed to grow. Her garden begins to prosper by finding ways of introducing good bugs to kill the bad, and she finds the money to save the farm through an unexpected thing- goats.

It turns out that an old man had introduced goats as a 4-H project one year, and now there were hundreds of goats in the county that people had no use for. Being of arab decent, and also an outsider, Lusa realizes that goat meat is a huge part of several religious holidays. Seeing the market for them, Lusa takes them off the hands of those in the community, saving the farm and accomplishing her late husbands dream- to make a living off of something other than tobacco. 
At the same time the family begins to open up to Lusa, beginning to see her a more competent and intelligent then they realized. Cole's sister Jewel gets cancer, and Lusa suddenly finds in her a kindred that she never knew existed. As Lusa begins to care for Jewel's children, she becomes more and more deeply understanding of the nuances and beliefs of the family. Her entire process is to open up to these ideas while bringing in her own ideas to help round them out to something functional and healthy.
Photographs by Ilya Kisaradov

The motif of the battle with the coyote is brought into Lusa's story as well, once again highlighting the question of when it is appropriate for the human being to take a life. 

"After a decent interval, long enough to permit a change of subject, Rickie asked, "You're not worried about that coyote?"
"Am I?" She drank half her glass of tea before answering. "You'll think this is crazy, but no, I'm not. I mean maybe, at the worst, it could get one kid, and that wouldn't break me. I can't see killing a thing that beautiful just on suspicion. I'll go with innocent until proven guilty."
"You may just change your tune when you see it running off into the woods with that poor little kid screaming bloody murder."
"Lusa smiled, struck by his language. "Listen, can I tell you a story? In Palestine, where my people came from, about a million years ago, they had this tradition of sacrificing goats. To God, theoretically, but I think they probably ate them after the ceremony." She set her glass down, twisting it on the grass. "So, here's the thing. They'd always let one goat escape and run off into the desert. The scapegoat. It was supposed to be carrying all their sins and mistakes from that year."
Rickie looked amused. "And the moral of the story is what?"
She laughed. "I'm not sure. What do you think?"
"That's it's OK to let one get away?
"Yeah, something like that. I'm not such a perfect farmer that I can kill a coyote for the one kid it might take from me. There are ten other ways I could loose a goat through my own stupidity. And I'm not about to kill myself. Does that make sense?" Pg 413


Old Chestnuts

"He walked around the closet on Ellen's side of the bed, where he tended to keep things he never planned on needing again. The door had gone off it's frame a little and scraped the floor as he dragged it open. He batted at the darkness like a blind man, trying to find the pull string to switch the light on, and nearly jumped out of his shirt when something big plummeted down off the shelf, bouncing off his shoulder as it fell. Ellen's round old hatbox. It landed on its side, and out rolled Ellen's navy-blue church hat on it's brim, describing the small half-circle on the floor before sitting down flat beside the bed. 
"Ellen," he said aloud, staring at the hat.
The hat, of course, made not reply. It merely sat there, flat on its proper little brim, adorned with its little bunch of artificial cherries. If it could've folded its hands in its lap, it would have. 
"Don't scare me like that woman. I'm doing the best I can."
He grabbed his shotgun with both hands and hurried out of the bedroom, reaching around behind him to pull the bedroom door shut. She didn't need to see this." Pg 422
The final story of our novel has to do with an elderly man named Garnett. While less fleshed out than the other two stories of this novel, it once again parallels the common themes. Garnett is a man set in his ways, lonely and stagnant since the death of his wife. He has one bane in his life; his neighbour Nannie. Nannie and him share a fence line, as well as sharing the argument that the other characters in the book discuss. Nannie, also a widow, is an elderly organic farmer, who gives grief to Garnett over his use of pesticides, driving him crazy with her nontraditional methods of living and tending to her orchard. 

Garnett has only one thing that gives him a little passion, and that is the American Chestnut tree. A blight had wiped out most of the Chestnuts in the area, and humans, in a desperate attempt to claim what valuable wood was left, had done the rest by chopping down the few that remained. Garnett's only focus since the death of his wife had been to try and breed the few American Chestnut splices he had left, with a Japanese strain of the tree which was blight resistant. 

Age plays a big part of this story, as Garnett realizes that the possibility of accomplishing this before his own death is slim. Add to that his unconventional neighbour, and Garnett is fraught with worry and confusion.
""Oh no, you're not," she said firmly, looking at him with a menacing eye. "Tell me what's wrong with me. Let's just get it out. All these years you've been picking at me like a scab. What have you really got against me?"
She stood there fearless, darling him to tell the truth, exciting him to actually doing it...
...He said feebly, "You don't act normal for your age."
She stood there with her mouth a little open, as if there were words stuck halfway between her mind and the world around. "There isn't any normal way to act seventy five years old. Do you know why?" 
He didn't dare answer. Was she seventy five exactly? 
"I'll tell you why," she said. "Considering everything- the whole history of things- people are supposed to be dead and buried at our age. That's normal. Up till just lately, the Civil War or something, they didn't even know about germs. If you got sick, they slapped leeches on you and measured you for a coffin. I wouldn't doubt by anybody made it to fifty...
...what law says I have to cover up for shame of having a body this old? It's a dirty trick of modern times, but here we are. Me with my cranky knees and my old shrivelled ninnies, and you with whatever you've got under there, if it hasn't dropped off yet- we're still human. Why not just give in and live until you die?" Pg 371-373
Throughout this story Garnett goes through the same transformation of the other characters, moving from a hard stance against what seems to be against his world view, into the understanding that balance of viewpoints is necessary to have a healthy life. Through the compassion yet outspokenness of Nannie, Garnett comes to understand that what is different is not necessarily wrong, and that Nannie's approach to nature and people is actually more akin to his own values than the way he approaches life. 


The reason why I found this novel so compelling had to do with the rational, yet emotional way it dealt with such relevant environmental and relational issues. It really takes you step by step with the characters through all of their struggles with the process of changing one's mind. It was so beautifully human, and dealt with issues in a way that really made you understand both sides, and then come to middle between them. Combine that with the poetic way Kingsolver uses words, and this novel becomes something that is truly inspirational. It is a book I would more than recommend.

For other books in this vein- It really reminded me of Surfacing by Margaret Atwood, and Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard.
Photograph by Ilya Kisaradov
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On the Issue of Relationships.
Relationships. Gah. 
There are days that I feel that I have the skills to deal with intimate relationships, and then there are the days that I feel so completely lost that I never want to engage in romantic space again. I often feel like I'm a failure at intimate space, so completely inept that I should be kept away from all humans forever. 

And I know I'm not alone. In a culture where we either idealize love into a perfect impossible fairytale or where we villainize love, believing that no couple (or triad or pod) can ever last, there seems to be no balance in how to approach and create lasting, healthy and stable romantic relationships. 
Meet Nate Bagley, an man who experienced the same feelings and sense of cynicism about love, and then decided to do something about it. 

Wanting to learn the truth about love and how to make it last, he is traveling North America interviewing people about their successful relationships, and how they get them to work. These interviews are then aired on loveumentary.com. He states that "by highlighting the relationships that are working, our ultimate goal is to reinvigorate the country’s faith in love, marriage, and one another."

I know that I can use all the help I can get.

My favourite podcast by far. I've listened to it three times in the last two days. Controversial, but full of things that resonate so deeply for me.

Relationship counsellor Laura Doyle talks about how women are the gatekeepers to intimacy in relationships, and instead of feeling misogynistic like I thought it would, it made me feel empowered and like I have the capacity to create the type of relationship I desire.

Doyle talks about successful relationships as something that can be learned, and that if women focused on certain things, a healthy relationship would follow. Through the six steps of self care, relinquishing inappropriate control, receiving graciously, respect, gratitude and vulnerability, women have the power to influence, change, and improve their relationships.

This one seriously shook so many of the things I thought were true about love.



Gary Chapman, the author of the 5 Love Languages, speaking about the different ways that people express and receive love, and why it's important to know this about yourself and your partner.

"If we truly desire to experience deep, soul-shaking, life-changing love, we have to drop our shields, tear down our walls, and let people into our hearts. To love is to constantly run the risk of being hurt. Loving is staring potential pain in the face without flinching."

Forgiveness and Sex with Ty and Terri

"The difference between the truly legendary people who leave a lasting impact on this world, and the billions of merely average and “good” people, is how the legends decide to show up. Every. Single. Day.

This principle doesn’t just apply to ideas, careers, and companies. It also applies to relationships… which is why most marriages are merely average. Truly legendary marriages require a consistent effort and dedication to showing up that most people are unwilling to commit to."



And one more I found later- Tara Brach speaking on how to use our conflicts to grow.

Who knows if I'll ever make it, but I think it's worth it to try to develop the best skills possible to become the best partner I can ever be. For more amazing podcasts, make sure to check out loveumentary.com.

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The Prayer Flag Project

The Prayer Flag Project is a moving installation that will take place in Canada over the course of the summer 2014. The purpose of this project is to inspire people to actively participate in creating their own spiritual space and to promote community wellness. It will consist of a movable tent and strings of prayer flags that will be set up at festivals and in parks during the summer. 

The project will be for people to write their own prayers for peace and happiness on blank prayer flags that the artist has created. A station will be set up in a tent that explains what the flags mean, with supplies available for people to make their own. The prayer flags will then be hung on the strings attached to the tent. Over the course of the summer the number of flags will grow and the prayers will travel all over parts of Canada and the US. This project will begin May 3rd starting at the Blossom Party festival in Alexandria.

Text in the outside of the tent-

The ancient Buddhist prayers, mantras and powerful symbols displayed on them produce a spiritual vibration that is activated and carried by the wind across the countryside. All beings that are touched by the wind are uplifted and a little happier. The silent prayers are blessings spoken on the breath of nature. Just as a drop of water can permeate the ocean, prayers dissolved in the wind extend to fill all of space. 

The text on the inside of the tent-

Make your own Prayer Flag!

Spread Your Prayers Over the Countryside

What is a prayer flag?

The Buddhist prayer flag tradition has a long continuous history dating back to ancient Tibet, China, Persia and India. The Tibetan word for prayer flag is Dar Cho. “Dar” means to increase life, fortune, health and wealth. “Cho” means all sentient beings. Prayer flags are simple devices that, coupled with the natural energy of the wind, quietly harmonize the environment, impartially increasing happiness and good fortune among all living beings. 

Placing prayer flags in and around one’s home or business imparts a feeling of harmony, increases the spiritual atmosphere and brings to mind the teachings of enlightenment. By placing prayer flags outdoors their sacred mantras are imprinted on the wind, generating peace and good wishes. 

What do the symbols mean?

Each color corresponds to a different primary element - earth (yellow), water (green), fire (red), air (white) and space (blue) – the fundamental building blocks of both our physical bodies and of our environment. According to Eastern medicine health and harmony are produced through the balance of the 5 elements.

There are many different types of symbols on prayer flags, depending on tradition. The symbol in the middle of these flags is the Wind Horse. It represents good fortune; the uplifting life force energies and opportunities that makes things go well. 

Guarding the corners are symbols for the Four Dignities - These four animals: the Garuda, the Sky Dragon, the Snow Lion and the Tiger. They represent the qualities and attitudes necessary to develop on the spiritual path to enlightenment. These are qualities such as awareness, vast vision, confidence, joy, humility and power.

What is written on a prayer flag?

Texts on prayer flags can be broadly categorized as mantra, sutra and prayers. 

A mantra is a power laden syllable or series of syllables with the capacity of influencing invisible energies and forces that govern existence. They are often repeated as a form of meditation.

Sutras are texts derived from Shakyamuni Buddha, the historical Buddha who taught in India 2500 years ago. 

All other texts on flags can be loosely called "prayers" and include supplications, aspirations and good wishes written by various masters throughout the history of Mahayana Buddhism.

Make your own! 

When raising prayer flags proper motivation is important. If they are put up with the attitude “I will benefit from doing this” – that is an ego-centered motivation and the benefits will be small and narrow. If the attitude is “May all beings everywhere receive benefit and find happiness,” the virtue generated by such motivation greatly increases the power of the prayers. 

Choose the color that you feel best represents your prayer. Then, write your prayer over and over until you fill the space. Take the flag and hang it up and let the wind spread your good wishes and extend to fill all space!

(The majority of explanatory text taken from the article 

The Prayer Flag Tradition

 from Timothy Clark at Radiant Heart Studio.)

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Look for this project during the summer and be sure to add a flag!

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We Can Not Direct the Wind, But We Can Adjust Our Sails

Puddles of the salty west,
never say goodbye

for springtime blooms and summer’s tunes
will call upon the skies.

Mark my life with riverbeds
dug into the streets,

for when I walk I whistle to
the fish beneath my feet.

Skip the glory of your curse -
rain is not so bad.

Naked in the ocean’s wake -
the best day I’ve ever had.

Cleanse my skin of yesterday,
pull tears from head to toe,

collect in puddles on my palms
before I let you go.

-Art & Coffee 
4/9/14



And back to Montreal and cold...
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Heading West
Heading back to Vancouver to see family. Flying has actually been stressing me out lately. But, a small price to pay to see those I love.










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Waiting for Spring and All the Feels- Mood Board


EL GUINCHO | Bombay from MGdM | Marc Gómez del Moral on Vimeo.

Doesn't Every Poet Write a Poem About Unrequited Love?

The flowers
I wanted to bring to you,
wild and wet
from the pale dunes

and still smelling
of the summer night
and still holding a moment or two
of the night crickets

humble prayer,
would have been
so handsome
in your hands--

so happy--I dare to say it--
in your hands--
yet your smile
would have been nowhere

and maybe you would have tossed them
onto the ground,
or maybe, for tenderness,
you would have taken them

into your house
and given them water
and put them in a dark corner
out of reach.

In matters of love
of this kind
there are things we long to do
but must not do.

I would not want to see
your smile diminished.
And the flowers, anyway,
are happy just where they are,

on the pale dunes,
above the cricket's humble nest,
under the blue sky
that loves us all.

Mary Oliver 
(Thirst, Beacon Press, 2006.)

Child experiencing rain for the first time.

Kayden + Rain from Nicole Byon on Vimeo.



Someday it will be warm again, and everything will be different...



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taBURNak! Followup
Well, it's been two weeks since taBURNak!, the event that I helped organize and did the art coordination for, and the images from it are beginning to trickle in. So I thought I'd share some with you!
Dj Livingstone, Set design by me, lasers by Deglazer Lazer, Photo by Glenn Grant

The event couldn't have gone off better. Good vibe, amazing art, incredible performances. We couldn't have asked for a better crowd or turnout. We unfortunately had to turn people away at the door, but we were so pumped by all the interest and participation in this event! 
Art by Jody McIntyre, Photo by Glenn Grant
Photo by Glenn Grant

The art that was there was amazing! ^ This was my art map of the event, listing the artists and their statements. To see those go here and here
Photo by Glenn Grant
Seizure Dome, Photo by Glenn Grant
Dj foragePhoto by Glenn Grant
-Club mU (Rob Ticho) bouncy fun tech house http://www.mixcloud.com/DJRobTicho/
-Pouya's Telescope (live) industrio-persian electronica https://soundcloud.com/pouyatelescope
-LiveYogaMusic (live) guzheng, looping and beats http://liveyogamusic.com/
-Forage autonomic and psydub https://soundcloud.com/1nfinitezer0/
-Zebrat (live) organic electronic fusion  http://bit.ly/1i6nhZK (youtube)
-Zuruba (live) drumming troupe http://www.zuruba.com/
-Sipherdee techno, minimal, dubtech https://soundcloud.com/sipherdee
-LIving Stone dub, dubstep, bass https://soundcloud.com/livingstonesound
-Marc Picard & Dan Statik (live) tech house https://soundcloud.com/danstatik
-DJ Elios uplifting trance altar records, open mind
-Mushin Trance & Electrohouse http://www.mixcloud.com/djmushin/
-Chi∆sMa (live) folktronica multi-instrumentalists https://soundcloud.com/chiasma
-Khalil electroswing https://soundcloud.com/khalil-m
-Perry Yunger & Jay Newtone house & tech house https://soundcloud.com/perryyoungthing/jay-newtone-perry-yunger-b2b
Dj Ellios, Photo by Glenn Grant
Midnight Poutine, Photo author unknown
George Arvanitis, Robyn Crouch, Photo by Glenn Grant
Deglazer Laser of Aziz Light CrewPhoto by Glenn Grant
Erica Glover, Photo by Glenn Grant

Zuruba, Photo by Glenn Grant
Jodi Sharp, Photo by Glenn Grant
Esmeralda Nadeau-Jasso, Camille Garnea, Photo by Glenn Grant
Matt Hammond-Collins, Photo by Glenn Grant
Gearhead LizPhoto by Glenn Grant
Cat Wearing Rosa Bear CostumePhoto by Glenn Grant
Midnight Poutine, Photo by Glenn Grant
Jess Sallay-CarringtonPhoto by Glenn Grant
ZebratPhoto by Glenn Grant

I addition to all the music, we also had some pretty incredible fire and burlesque. I don't have the list for circus and burlesque, but here's fire-
Duo Philippe Blanchet et Jacynthe Sauvageau 11h45 https://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=829017839577
Annie Brien. 11h55
Jessica Creatures 12h
Max Arcand 12h (J'sais que çé flush, mais je m'ajusterai le soir de, si y faut.
Berry Good 12h05
Raa Smus Foyer 12h10 https://vimeo.com/85886539
Jacynthe SauvageauPhoto by Glenn Grant

We had a tie dye workshop put on my Jay Tripper, where the participants could dye something and then see their results the next day. And what spectacular results they were! 
 Photo by Jess Sallay-Carrington
Photo by Murray Pearson

As well we had two photo booths set up to capture the participants during the event. The first one was put on by Photographer Danielle Holmes with costumes by Kendall Made. The participants could dress up in Kendall costumes for their photos. For the full album go here.

The second photo booth was set up by photographer Andrei Kalamkarov, to document the people as they came to the event. Such magnificent costumes worn by all! For the full album go here.


Thanks to our INCREDIBLE team who pulled this off! Thank you to all of those who spent months organizing and creating this event, and the dozens of others who volunteered the day of the event to help make it possible!

This was such a huge event, and there's not a single person on the team who wasn't fully donating their time as a volunteer to support the values of community building and celebration. You're all amazing! 

Event Coordinators- Asha Courtland, Camille Berube, Jodi Sharp
Treasurer- Glenn Grant
Website- Murray Pearson, Veronica Diniz
Translation Team- Jonathan Joseph, Camille Berube
Promotion- Gearhead Liz and Patrick Robitaille
Ticketing- Asha Courtland and Nicolas (Lucky) 
Legal- Camille Berube
Volunteer Coordinator- Patrick Nomadavid
Stage Managers- Robin Redbird (Burlesque) and Frederic Trottier (Fire)
Music Coordinator- Dikran Poladian and Aaron Ball
Art and Space Coordinator- Jodi Sharp
Transport Coordinator- Derek Jones
Rangers and First Aid- Jody McIntyre
Bar Coordinator- Simon Amar
Setup Coordinator- Jodi Sharp
Teardown Coordinator- Gerhead Liz

Me. :)

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