By Michelle Lacombe The Nihilist Please play while you read. Like many of the other performances, before Kevin McKenzie enters the space, a stage (for lack of a better word) is set. Most prominent is a freestanding wall that has been there all night. On it, three metal frames have been added and the installation …
By Michelle Lacombe Untitled We are told that Selma Selman, a young Roma artist currently attending university in the USA, is not at the festival. She was denied a travel visa from the Canadian government. Twice. Disappointed by the circumstances but wanting to nonetheless share her work with the public, Selman and the 7a*11d collective …
By Jessica Karuhanga Justice (After Margaret Dragu) Kate Barry’s Justice (After Margaret Dragu) is imbued with symbolism. Barry, maintaining a direct meandering gaze, leads us through a cycle of potent gestures. Her gaze is defiant and unwavering. Throughout these rotations there is a ritualistic pattern of sampling and allusion. She is looking back and onward …
Friday October 21 12:30 pm
Theatre Centre
Undisciplinarity
DOYON/DEMERS (Hélène DOYON & Jean-Pierre DEMERS)
moderated by Paul COUILLARD
By Jessica Karuhanga Abandon the chicken but continue to dance Brianna MacLellan enters the stage. She is wearing a black blouse, black pants, slicked back hair and she is soaking wet in red heels. Her hair and her clothing glisten in the spotlight. She turns to face the audience poised and gazing into some distant …
By Jessica Karuhanga SaltWalks: Two Movements IMAGES by Henry Chan A few memories of salt. There is an image taken by my sister of my uncle’s hand holding salt from a mine in Uganda. All the moments tears have streamed down my face and into my mouth. As a child when its winter I wipe …
By Jessica Karuhanga compelled to the unanswerable / before language there was the earth IMAGES by Henry Chan Graciela Ovejero Postigo poetically describes her work as a departure from the “in-betweens and peripheries”. As a diasporic subject myself I often describe my body as my homeland borne of the migrant sediment of my parents and …
By Michelle Lacombe Misplaced Women? When I arrive at Dundas and McCaul Street, a public has already gathered, creating semi circle around a woman who is holding a sign on which “MISPLACED WOMEN?” is hand-written. She is casual and seems to be waiting for something to happen. The public waits with her. Meanwhile, I scan …
By Michelle Lacombe s c r a t c h Earlier today I watched a video of a chameleon hatching. This curious bodily thing in someone’s hand writhing in a soft shell until it emerged different and new. I kept flashing back to it during Joseph Raven’s performance. Probably because transformation, or metamorphosis, was the …
By Michelle Lacombe The Arrival A row of red origami boats float above a long table covered in a bank of salt and more carefully lined up paper boats. The set up is simple, beautiful and calls for activation. However, before we see the artist, a recording of diverse voices repeating the same question fills …