Thursday, June 13, 2013

marking my clark park:: part VII




 under the almost summer sun, the portuguese congregation winds slowly past Clark Park in their annual father's day procession...
girl angels float by with their stiff over-sized wings,
followed by the flower-emblazoned litter bearing Lady Fatima...


 and the faithful band plays on, aiming for the lateral shade of the weeping willow down the hill before turning towards the home church on East 13th...



Wednesday, June 5, 2013

mushmoney



mushmush money 
mushrooming 
in diamondung
flashflash funny 
how far can be flung
the vulgar spitsplat 
of slimeymoney -
mean morsels 
for the empty sowl

Friday, May 31, 2013

the echoing moon...



"vanity guards us from introspection.
what guards us from vanity?

to think of ourselves like the moon,
dead and beautiful,
and of an origin no one can be sure of?"*

[*"Meeting an Astronomer on the Buddha's Birthday" by Diane WAKOSKI]

[the image is from a durational performance/installation entitled "Echoes" in the Audain Gallery  by Luciana D'Anunciacao, a student in the MFA program at Simon Fraser University's School for the Contemporary Arts, at the MFA Spring Exhibition "Syllogisms", March 27-Apri 6, 2013]


Friday, May 10, 2013

emily carr grad show:: rounding down

As the creative and critical tensions ramp up every wet spring to culminate in a veritable cornucopia of graduate work, the studios and galleries of Emily Carr University of Art and Design are worthy of an afternoon of sensory feasting on the output of minds and hands still mostly untainted by commercial determinants and by the jaded pronouncements of art world pretenders. 
These wide-eyed grads may be wandering into the apathetic consumerist desert, leaving their coddled cocoons of nurturing teachers and supportive classmates, giving up their delusions of artistic freedom - but they will have rounded up an expensive education in hit-and-miss guided experimentation in the arts and if nothing else, find themselves a little more well-rounded for their years immersed in institutional playtime...

Here's a literal round down of some of what caught my savage eye at this year's grad exhibit...

starting with a single unfired bowl sitting on a rough and tumble bed-slab of dry cracked clay...
 "It All Depends Upon" by Stefan Sollenius

 to multiple ceramic shelves holding configurations of round vessels of varying  shapes and sizes and drip-glazed in the palest tint of celadon...
"Stack" by Sam Knopp
[Winner of the Circle Craft Graduation Award for Ceramics]

 to these tiny colourful fruit-loop pieces crawling up the upper wall from a much more frenetic installation flowing down to spread upon the floor...
"Stones Shaped by Chance" by Allison [Sunny] Karon

 to stacks of ceramic rings strung up in random number of hoops and suspended as a floor-reaching mobile...
"Chronology Manifested" by Heather Lippold

 to a lacy net of linked black elastic bands webbing its sinister way up the pristine white wall...
 Untitled by Irene Lim-Khung

 to an abstracted seated figure of salvaged wood cradling an ominous metal phallus secured by a loose coil of woolly rope...
Untitled by Corrina Suveges

to the puffed-up pride of an oversized pillow case as metaphor for la tête idéale, its skinny red legs weighted down by un coeur de rocher...
"Mlu" by David Yen-Fu Lin


May 5 - 19

Sunday, May 5, 2013

PiDGiN PARK PiCNiC:: a poetic persiflage


PiDGiN PARK PiCNiC

on a redoubtable corner of east hastings central
the blankets are spread out on the pavement and
a few bottles of cooking wine have been uncapped.
some loiter and wait for their promissory meal -
not expecting much, not having studied the menu. 

the smell of searing drug-free angus wafts out
and whispers of foie gras on taro chips are
rather too incomprehensible for most to bear.
some lit the candles in anticipation and some
lightly polish up their pure plastic cutlery.

others strut up in their tailored redemption
averting eyes and holding righteous breaths -
not there to join the picnic upon concrete grounds
and certain other well-oiled principles...
"feed them pigeon pie, let them eat crow! -
no need to brine/purée/infuse/foam
for the unindoctrinated", they sneer,
swishing into the white indemnified room.

no, not until they lay down their arms,
their un-artful and belligerent signs,
their flaring convulsive anger - and not
until they stay down on their filthy blankets,
will this fusion picnic ever happen...
if ever.


Sunday, April 21, 2013

before the love...



 "In the silence he hears an answer coming.
From far away.  A kind of coarse child's voice.
It rises, a bellowing from the hill.


A roar of mingled notes.
A long-hoarse trumpet from the Iron Age.
Perhaps from inside himself."*


[*last two verses from "Downpour over the Interior" by Tomas TRANSTROMER, 1966...translated from the swedish by Robin Fulton, 1972]


Sunday, April 14, 2013

springwall


immutable stillness leaning on a century...
                 emotive veils of fading jade tears...
                                come spring, this pale spring, to shanghai alley...

Friday, April 5, 2013

up china creek yo...



yo mama's house?...here bitch yo...


the Vancouver Parks Board has since replaced the missing "i" and the halfed "e" but did not see fit to remove the scratched in letters above the "Ch" that makes it into an archaic racial epithet, thereby perpetuating and perhaps also condoning the handiwork of racist oINKers...


yo bitch, listen to "china creek" by half chinese from their album we were pretending to be...hear bitch yo...
and on various youtube vids...

[more shit on China Creek Skate Park here...yo...]
 

Saturday, March 23, 2013

canada re-posting...




When I recently heard that Canada Post has plans to close and sell off the Main Post Office building in downtown Vancouver, it reminded me that I have a few photos of it in my archives that I have been meaning to post for some time now... [And since I have been dawdling over this post, this huge modernist ship has already sailed off to new owners, who have as yet unformulated plans for it, besides the ambiguous "large-scale mixed-use development" response to queries!]

The General Post Office [as it was previously called] at 349 West Georgia Street is a squat bulky structure sprawling over an entire city block with a no-nonsense functionality to its demeanor. Designed by McCarter, Nairne, and Partners [the firm that also designed the stylistically different Seaforth Armoury building on Burrard Street that I had posted about earlier], it took five years to build and was completed in 1958.
It was touted as the world's largest steel-welded structure of its time and sported a rooftop helipad for those deliveries of an urgent and delicate nature! [James Bond-style postal missions notwithstanding, that well-intentioned heliport had never seen much action!]
There is also a 2,400 feet long conveyor belt system running underground to the CPR Waterfront Station that was not utilized for any secret deliveries either!

The frontal façade above the colonnaded walkway is dimpled with blue terra cotta insets and stamped by two massive cast aluminum Canadian crests. The columns along the walkway are of polished grey granite while the exterior walls are warmly clad with russet granite panels.

The building is comprised of 5 stories stretching the full block length with an additional 3 floors rising on slender columns on top of the main structure. [The original plans included a taller tower above but was stunted due to budget constraints.]

This bas-relief sculpture of the elegantly caped-and-capped postie was made by a now forgotten European sculptor with a local studio [signed P.K.-HUBA on the sole of the postie's right boot, but I could find no trace of him mentioned elsewhere].  
[I know the daughter of Ronald Nairne [the architect] who remembers visiting this sculptor's studio some Saturday mornings with her father to check on the progress of the work and  the sculptor would allow her to "help" him with parts of the piece [the draping part of the cape, she pointed out!].  He also made a bust of her that she still has, but she doesn't remember much else of him either.]





*****


Within the building itself, I was restricted to shooting only in the public areas - although I will try to gain access to other parts of the building on a later date if I can obtain permission somehow...



High-quality aluminum was used for trims, post boxes, long tables and window frames that were provided by one of England's largest and most venerable window manufacturers at the time.



Canada Post will be moving out of this building to new facilities by the Vancouver Airport in Richmond in 2014.  It remains to be seen if this example of west coast institutional modernism will be saved, reinterpreted and forwarded on as a purposeful current address!

More information on this building can be found on the Heritage Vancouver website.



Saturday, January 19, 2013

Lorca's oranges




"Quiero vivir sin verme.
Y hormigas y vilanos,
Sonaré que son mis
hojas y mis pàjaros."*

[*3rd verse from "Cancion del naranjo seco" by Federico Garcia LORCA (1898-1936)]