I can tell from this Jasper Walking series. I went to her site to learn more about her Flickr moons and suns, and the next thing I know I’m removed from time, just walking right along with Jasper, loving walking, loving seasons, loving neighbourhoods, loving Jasper, occasionally wondering about the endlessness of the series of images, wondering but not worrying because I have been released from time, and then not even wondering anymore and just click click click walking with Jasper.

Umbrico : Jasper Walking.

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The symbol representing Jessica Eaton. These symbols come up in your browsing dialogue popup whozits, and you never really know if it’s a lost in machine translation thing or intentional. But I like to think of the triangulating dots as Jessica’s mark. Why not?

I just came across this work, and I am spontaneously popping it in here due to Substantial Initial Connection. See Everything Has Changed Anyway and her Lee Filter work, Spectrum. See Cultivated Mystique and her Quantum Pong. Not making any connection other than flash card, mind you. Haven’t read about process yet. Just sharing the instantaneous recognition of shared marks.

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Belong – A Sunny Place For Shady People

Titled by the wicked and wise @whyowhyvonne

Castor Castoreum

Frank Shebageget is an Anishnabe (Ojibwa) installation artist from Northwestern Ontario, now based in Ottawa. His work is at once familiar and strange – familiar materials and iconography, presented in surprising forms. And once you’re contemplating that mashup, you are likely to go on to contemplate his themes of consumption and colonialism. My corvid taste and monkey mind are normally drawn to flashier, more complicated installation. Note that the photo I chose does not support my description of the work. But feeling the clean simplicity of this work, I wonder if there is hope for me yet. Shebageget has brand new work at the Carleton gallery right now until August 22. If you won’t be able to visit, you’ll have to settle for pictures on a website.

Frank Shebageget.

Eurythmics – Winston’s Diary

Acknowledging that there is very little new under the internet sun, we do still avoid insta-reblog, particularly from heavy traffic sites like Wooster. Unless forced. And forced we are, by the captivating garden installations of Julio Costa. Feel the delight! Then visit his Flickr, which contains much much more, like painting with light, just plain painting, toy art, straight up graffiti, and social work. While you are visiting there, we will be hatching a plan to visit his gardens…

Flickr: julio costa graffitis Photostream.

From 2007, Semiconductor’s hypnotic portrait of Kings Cross. Blieve we make money not art pointed me to this either directly or indirectly.

Time Out of Place.

Top: Rachel Granofsky. Bottom: Charlie Engman.

Clicked to Rachel Granofsky‘s site from Wooster’s post of her fun perspective tricks. There I discovered a different series, some of which reminded me of some of Charlie Engman‘s work. What do you think?

When I think of some of the things I was made to read at school, instead of Miss Lonelyhearts, I have more patience for the endless debate about The Canon.

I kicked off my camping season this weekend, and inexplicably, I brought with me the little paperback Miss Lonelyhearts and A Cool Million, which I have packed and unpacked in numerous changes of residence, yet somehow never read. I do respect the Buddhist precept about consuming only items that preserve peace in body and consciousness, and while my practice of it would not by any means be considered thorough, I do generally avoid depictions of extensive or graphic violence. Maybe that was the hold up.

In any case, I now know that in future, should I wish to consume some harshness, I should do so in solitude, in nature. Sitting and hiking and sleeping and sitting in the woods or at the shore tops up my peace…it may even create a surplus.

Of course, West’s story is a bit of a paradox for sensitive souls such as mine, as it is the story of just such a sensitive soul and the madness brought about through his consumption of depictions of rape, gang rape, gay bashing, and wife beatings which result in dental work. Tricky.

But it is a short work, a one-sitting read, and the sufferings are surrounded by astounding passages of philosophy, surrealism and humour. Its masterful and strange presentation of big ideas is moving, and while ultimately disturbing, it can still be peacefully consumed provided the reading environment is sufficiently serene and beautiful.

Great Lake Swimmers – Various Stages