Resolution update #2? Or #3?

13 Oct

Hello world,

I fail at resolutions. Let me prove it. Hopefully public shaming will = greater motivation for me to improve myself and get  back on track in terms of goal-seeking behaviours.

1. Make one video every month or two. Oh, Jenny Matotek of January 2011, you were so funny. I’ve taken a bit of footage, but have yet to edit it. That’s what November and December are for! In the interim, entertain yourself with some of my past work on my youtube channel.

2. Improvise! I have done so much of this since January 2011. So so much. I still perform monthly (usually at the Black Swan Tavern) with my old ITC student team Betty with support of a new coach – the delightful Jen Littlewood. I’m a proud member of the ITC Incubator team Rubicon. I’m one half of the delightful duo that is Big Coat, with my bff in improv Jameson Kraemer (coached by the incredible Jess Grant). And in August 2011, with seven of my friends, I am proud of report that my improv team Surprise Romance Elixir beat out 14 other teams to become finalists in the Cage Match 2011 Improv Tournament.

3. Do some strength training every 2-3 days in the morning before work. Ha! I kill me. This has happened maybe once this year. I have kept in shape largely by voraciously cycling everywhere – although two weeks of my late September riding was thwarted by bike theft. The second time in less than 3 years! Lesson: never spend more than a couple hundred dollars for an urban cycling bike.

4. Plan meals for the week, every week, consistently and do prep work for most meals on Sunday. I do this approximately 25-50% of the time. My husband is picking up my slack because he’s awesome like that. Except that he keeps making all these green smoothies in the morning. I don’t get them. They look and taste like bayou.

5. Eat salad for one meal a day. Yes! And soup! On the days I don’t eat salad! Same thing!

6. Execute some aspects of some of the self-help books I’ve purchased (specifically, Apartment Therapy and The Artist’s Way).  As noted previoiusly, I declared this resolution stupid.

7. Curate one exhibition. I did this! In spring 2011, I was flown to Moncton, New Brunswick on behalf of Galerie Sans Nom to curate the exhibition ‘Miss issauga: Alison S.M. Kobayashi and Jessica Vallentin.’ Publication is forthcoming.

I also had the pleasure of being invited to participate in a Q & A for ASM Kobayashi this summer at the Feminist Art Gallery. Please check them out, they are most awesome!

8. Publish one piece of writing. See above. Publication forthcoming for the exhibition I curated. Bravo!

9. Participate in at least one exhibition (group show or collaborative effort). Nope. Not happening this year unless I finish a video work in November and submit it somewhere in December. Unlikely.

10. Practise piano for at least 30 minutes every other day. Oh, I kill me. Truly. I do this maybe once every week or two.

Resolutions fail. Although I suppose I should be proud of the excessive work I have done in terms of improv, curating, and as President of the Board of Directors at Mercer Union? Time to reward myself with a glass of Merlot. Sigh.

Or maybe I’m just too ambitious. That might be true.

Tina Fey can be the boss of my pants

16 Apr

Let’s pretend it hasn’t been like 4 months since I blogged something. God I hate that verb. Blog. But I guess ‘writing something and then publishing it on the internet’ is a bit wordy.

So I just finished reading Tina Fey’s Bossypants, and it is great. I snorted many times. My thoughts, in no particular order:

Thank goodness that when she writes about her daughter and family it is entertaining and I don’t glaze over.

It is an autobiography but it still has a bunch of dumb stories in it that I would never find interesting to tell. It’s a wonderful testament to how boring she can sort of be. And how boring we can all sort of be.

She thinks of things to say/write that I would never think of. That’s probably because she is a separate human being from me and not me and that I am my own person and that my brain is different and I like to write the same thing in different ways several times in the same sentence.

Tina Fey does not own a driver’s license. Did not know that.

The chapter about her Palin stint was boring. There’s also some excerpts of NBC scripts and stuff that I imagine would wet someone’s underpants, but I’m not one of those people. BORING. I like anecdotes and stories better.

I like that she has a scar because I have one too. The only difference is that she thinks she got treated special by friends and family because of hers. Or more specifically – treated in a way that caused her to think she was more special and talented than she really was. But she is wrong about that. I think she is special and talented. People weren’t extra nice or special to me because of my facial laceration, but I am often clueless about such things. Maybe my scar needed to be bigger for that to happen? I just know that I probably used my unfortunate facial laceration to convince my parents and extended family to buy shit for me that perhaps they would have never gotten for me otherwise. In summary, Fey corroborates my belief that if you don’t have looks to fall back on, you’d better have some other shit going on.

Tina Fey has not had a ton of  proper jobs outside the realm of comedy. That fills me with equal parts of surprise and envy.

In summary I need to read more books and let my cat Pants lie on me. She is the bossypants of me, quite literally.

Men in business suits, thinking

15 Jan

In the noble tradition of Women Laughing Alone With Salad, and Black Women Excited about Shopping, I bring you the less entertaining but infinitely more important and powerful (sarcasm *cough* entitlement *cough*):

Men in business suits, thinking

I'm so stubbly and handsome. I hope ceiling cat isn't watching me masturbate right now.

Yeah, that's right. Laptop. You know that means that I mean business. It does not mean that I see you across the room but am choosing to ignore you.

This guy's a d-bag, in case there was any question.

I have nothing negative to say about this man. I mainly just want to play with his hair and let him know it's okay to cry into my bosom.

This guy is obselete.

This guy isn't just thinking, he's reading my thoughts. And yours.

You can tell this guy is creative because he's smiling and has jaunty wrist sleeve thingees.

Type ‘man thinking’ into google image search and this is the kind of stuff that comes up. Type ‘woman thinking’ and sweet marie… those stock photo ladies are WAY TOO casual. Like, slovenly beyond business casual. No wonder they aren’t climbing the corporate ladder or breaking through the glass ceiling.

Also – EDIT – I had some way more awesome pictures and captions than these but the internet reclaimed them. Sadness! Stop moving picture URLs around, internet. I’m trying to run a blog here.

Resolution update!

13 Jan

So I’m home sick today and am ready to tucker down for a nap soon. But before I do that I thought it was important to update you on my resolutions. Because it’s not like you have anything more important to do with your life, or anything more important to read on Internet. (P.S. It was actually supposed to be called Internet, not ‘the internet’. Please refer to this television news program from the 90s for more details, youths who read this blog.)

It’s also important I updating you because I read in the Toronto Sun or some other reputable paper that people only have a 25% chance of keeping their resolutions – but those that announce shiz to the world increase their chance of success to 35%.

So before you read on, thanks, dudes.

1. Make one video every month or two. I haven’t started shooting anything but I do have a little notebook I’ve been writing ideas in while I’ve been in transit, or as ideas come up. So I would say that’s progress. Also, it’s on my to do list to upload some of my old videos to a channel on YouTube.  I think I’ll be using it in the future as a showcase for projects I’ve finished, or am working through.

2. Improvise somewhere outside ITC student team night. I have some potential leads here, thanks in part to my awesome improv coach Molly Davis, who coaches my current student team Betty. We have a vimeo channel here with some of our past performances, but watching us on video is only 10% as funny as seeing us in person. It’s kind of like the opposite of most art exhibitions, which look better in  documentation 90% of the time rather than seeing them in person. And don’t argue with me on that point, because I can’t think of any other reason why people like to say some of the greatest exhibitions ever were things they never saw. Well, actually, the other reason is that sometimes exhibitions only show themselves as being important years later, in context and ideological retrospect. (There’s some good examples here over at Gabrielle Moser’s blog.)

3. Do some strength training every 2-3 days in the morning before work. I did this once last week. Oops. I’m sick though, and it was my birthday AND 6th wedding anniversary. So I’m cutting myself a bit of slack here.

4. Plan meals for the week, every week, consistently and do prep work for most meals on Sunday. Yes. Win win win in this category, in part thanks to my awesome mother-in-law and sister-in-law for giving us two great cookbooks for Christmas.

5. Eat salad for one meal a day. Yes! I made a salad buddy at work (oops, forgot to mention I started a new job in late November after the Banff conference). We’ve agreed to buy giant tubs of salad and split the deal since you never manage to eat one of those whole tubs before they go bad, you know?

6. Execute some aspects of some of the self-help books I’ve purchased (specifically, Apartment Therapy and The Artist’s Way). I’ve been reading Apartment Therapy while sitting on the toilet and having baths. Does that count for anything? I think I declare this resolution stupid.

7. Curate one exhibition. I have a couple of leads here, which is exciting. Here’s hoping I can carve enough time out of my full-time work schedule to make these happen.

8. Publish one piece of writing. I’m blogging right now, so let’s pretend that counts. We’ll see if a couple of pans I have in the fire ‘pan’ out. Ugh. Puns. Gross.

9. Participate in at least one exhibition (group show or collaborative effort). No progress here yet, but that’s okay. Not reasonable to make this happen in less than two weeks. Although I totally forgot I had a screening of one of my videos last fall until I got a cheque for my honorarium in the mail today. It’s kind of like when you go to do laundry and then find bills in your back jeans pocket, you know?

10. Practise piano for at least 30 minutes every other day. I’ve practised 3 times in the last couple weeks. Sort of fail. This one is probably too ambitious for the time being, so I might cut it down a bit to like once every 3 days or something. What I really need is a piano teacher, I think, to stay focused. Know anyone who would be interested in trading lessons for gallery hops/informal art education/teaching of business skillz and/or improv techniques?

On final evaluation: not great, not terrible – and certainly some progress. Well done, Jenny. Well done.

Time for nap and cold meds now.

Top 10 resolutions for 2011!

27 Dec

Because I love lists so much, how could I resist the urge to make an exceptionally public commitment and expose my list of 2011 resolutions?

1. Make one video every month or two. If I don’t get on this, I can’t call myself a video artist anymore. Which would be kind of tragic.

2. Improvise somewhere outside ITC student team night. Note to self: find appropriate venue and improvising friends for this.

3. Do some strength training every 2-3 days in the morning before work. Even if I don’t reach this goal, doing this as little as once a week would make me feel good in combination with my rabid cycling.

4. Plan meals for the week, every week, consistently and do prep work for most meals on Sunday. I do this fairly well now (like 60-70% of the time) but I think I would be an even happier/healthier/fitter person if I committed to doing it more like 90% of the time.

5. Eat salad for one meal a day. See above re: fitter, happier more productive.

6. Execute some aspects of some of the self-help books I’ve purchased (specifically, Apartment Therapy and The Artist’s Way). I keep doing some of the plans outlined in books in a very haphazard way without truly committing to them full-tilt. Mostly likely I will tackle Apartment Therapy first and stay kinda half-assed with The Artist’s Way because the book talks about god too much and in a way that makes me feel icky.

7. Curate one exhibition. Note to self: find appropriate venue and the right concept and artists for this.

8. Publish one piece of writing. This one will be a challenge for me as I tend to use my spare time for every possible creative endeavour EXCEPT writing. I’m not sure why I avoid it, cause I’m not completely terrible at it. And hey, technically this blog IS writing. Okay, my back up escape hatch goal will be to write more on this blog in lieu of pursuing publishing opportunities.

9. Participate in at least one exhibition (group show or collaborative effort). I’ve got some ideas on the burner for these with some super-talented young artists, and I think we are going to do the most amazing collaboration EVER. I will be putting some of ideas together for this over the Xmas break now, which should be fun.

10. Practise piano for at least 30 minutes every other day. Roughly doing this now, but want to stay on top of it and turn it into a habit rather than an incidental thing.

Even if I only do some of the things on this list I think I will end up being a fairly awesome specimen of a human, donchathink?

Happy holidays, y’all!

Not my cat, but a pretty awesome one I found on internet.

Blade Runner Hoffos Eaton

13 Dec



Curators: you think the new guard is old guard? Really?

21 Nov

Between the time I got home from Banff last week and today, Nancy Tousley wrote up a pretty nice summary of the curatorial conference, Are Curators Unprofessional? for the Canadian Art website. It’s a great little piece with some key observations and critiques, so I won’t write a summary here or delve into many of her concerns because she articulates them all so carefully. I instead would like to present my own completely subjective feelings on the conference, and my experience participating in the Matthew Higgs workshop.

First, the Higgs workshop. Matthew Higgs is pretty BOSS. There were 16 of us young curators, from all across Canada, who were awesome and brought cool work. But not surprisingly, there was no cohesion to what we brought. Like, none. Just some shared formal qualities amongst a couple works. I expected more people were going to bring video, but it was largely sculpture and 2D works. Since it was only a 3 hour long exhibition that we had only one day to work on, Matthew Higgs knew that what we really needed was a structure. So he made some very rational suggestions and we generally agreed to them, although a small part of me hoped that we would all just bring our work downstairs and invoke total chaos.

The workshop was a great opportunity to see in less than 12 hours how one pretty awesome curator curates. Sure, it was a bit weird and meta to be a curator curated by another curator. But all that aside, it was an enlightening experience in exhibition-making, even though I got the vibe that Matthew was perhaps more in his element laying out and installing 2D works and sculpture then grappling with video work and generating publications.

As for the conference…let’s refer to Tousley’s write up for a bit.

What resonated with me most that Tousley wrote on the Canadian Art website, is this:

Curiously, however, though a few panelists touched on it, the majority of speakers resisted or simply refused to discuss the relationship of the curator and the artist—especially when it came to power relations, almost as if these did not exist. This remained the case even when direct questions were asked from the floor.

I think I was probably the one who asked the direct question Tousley alludes to above, where, in response to speaker Ute Meta Bauer’s remark that “it is such a privilege to work with artists,” I conversely asked “but isn’t it a privilege for artists to work with curators?”. Given that first and foremost, it’s a contemporary curator’s job to work with living artists to create exhibitions, it was completely ridiculous to me that this question was skirted over. I’m glad Tousley kind of thought so too maybe.

But I digress…

With panel titles like “Judge and Jury” and “Craftwork”, it’s not surprising that the conference speakers were largely old guard, particularly given that the title of the conference alone frames it all as dealing with the very urgent and prescient issue of “OMG the discipline is being so professionalized because of academic training and museums making themselves more accountable now WTF?” A lot of the speakers seemed to suggest that it was nice and all that my generation of curators were being professionally trained in the discipline, but that it was also problematic in that it meant we were all getting too into our heads – or worse, not getting into our heads enough. It was quite contradictory.

Things I hated?

1. Bruce Ferguson’s misogynistic key note, wherein he likened the discipline and practise of curating to world’s oldest profession. It would have been clever and entertaining if only the gender inequity wasn’t a scourge on the past and present of curatorial and art-making practises. Yes, it was very clever with it’s C words and P words and V words – I really wanted to like it cause of it’s whimsy and it was probably a blast to write (and I  also really like Bruce Ferguson a lot as a former teacher and mentor). I might have been okay with it if it came out of a female curators mouth. But it wasn’t. And it set a really weird tone for the rest of the conference, where male keynotes dominated (although the panels were more gender-balanced).

2. The heady conceit of some of the speakers. There was more pretentious theory, poorly delivered, than I could take last weekend. Call me a lazy, undisciplined theory-hater all you like (because I know it’s not true). But for me, in the age of contemporary curating, practise and execution are what largely matters because that’s what the public sees and experiences and they make up the majority of the equation of art-looking and experiencing.  And curators need to be accountable to the public as well as serving the artists they work with, if the artists in question are alive.

3. Failure to answer questions and squirreling via etymology. Of the millions of questions asked during the Q&A portions of the conference, the speakers answered few of them, which made the audience response portions not very fun or productive at all. Also, I did not feel there was any value in the presentations by speakers who opted to hash over the etymology of curating. Sorry if this sounds rude, but it’s 2010 and it should be assumed that everyone attending this conference is a specialist.

4. Curators pretending that they don’t know what we’re learning in school when they’re the ones teaching us. Off the top of my head, I can’t give a specific example (sorry, my bad), but there were definitely a few moments where a couple of the speakers seemed clueless about what my generation of curators are learning in school, when really, they are the ones teaching us. Very weird.

Things I loved?

1. Ute Meta Bauer and Ann Demeester. Seriously, you guys. These two have it all figured out. I wish I possessed the kind of intelligence and incisiveness that both of them brought to their presentations. Even though both of them brought up issues in the practise of curating that were problematic, and they contradicted themselves a bit, I was enraptured by how elegantly they delivered their thoughts and positions on contemporary curating in the current political landscape, while also touching on relevant bits about the history of the discipline. I really hope to see both of them next time they have speaking engagements in Toronto.

2. Paul Chaat Smith’s engaging earnestness, and his screening of The Shining during his presentation. Paul Chaat Smith now has me totally inspired to consider how The Shining could actually be used as a metaphor for the contemporary state of museums, in terms of curatorial practises, public opinion, and exhibition-making. I want to write a blog post on this in the future, so stay tuned! He elegant articulated the challenges of his role as curator at the Smithsonian National Museum of the American Indian  in a way that elicited twice as much applause as the other speakers. And yes, I was probably the last one clapping.

3. Louise Déry’s frankness about her ‘sins’ as a curator. A big thank you must go out to Déry for being so direct about the challenges she has faced as an institutional curator. I won’t rehash her sins here because you should hear them when the podcasts for the conference are released, hopefully on the Banff website.

4. The parallels that a lot of the curators drew between the practise of curating and the art of improvisation. Ever since I began dabbling in improvisational comedy in May 2010, I’ve had this strange feeling  that there are some very VERY interesting parallels between this art form, and the craft/art of curating. One day I hope to write about this a bit more but I need to flush my thoughts out and sit on it longer. I thank the speakers for planting the seed more firmly in my mind that there are indeed similarities and affinities between these two activities and I am exciting to think, and write, more about them in the future.

That was a long post, kids. I think I need to lie down and eat a banana. Thanks for reading! And apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors, I will correct them when I am finished with my banana.

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