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A Honens Story

A Honens StoryWritten by : Honens and Stephen Hunt // @honens I am an artist, a musician, a husband, and a father. I enjoy nothing more than watching my children practicing and performing on their instruments. Music is a big part of our lives; it is a part of our identity. Without it I feel that something important is missing.” — Dmitry Nesterov, Honens Laureate Russian-born Dmitry Nesterov was destined for a life in music. A gifted artist, his skill on the piano was identified at a young age.“ When I was a child, we always had a piano at home because my mom was an amateur pianist, and I grew up listening to her play. But then, my parents realized whatever songs I heard...

24 hours / 18,000 breaths / No Napping

24 hours / 18,000 breaths / No Napping Written by: Caitlind r.c. Brown // @incandescentcloud 12 am We’ve been wandering around the city on foot, wide-eyed and slightly mad with jet-lag, looking for adventures or all-night grocery stores. A light rain falls. We follow the pattern of WALK lights, passing almost no one - although, remarkably, the few people we do pass are all visibly sober, all in groups of two, all in deep conversation, and mostly women (which says something about Calgary). Without thinking, we aim for the test plot near the river – the giant rectangle of midnight grey concrete we’ve been marking with metal disks for a new public artwork. We peer through construction fencing, topped with glimmering caged lights (each a...

A Day in the Life: A Day in July

A Day in the Life: A Day in JulyWritten by: Micheline Maylor // @MichelineMaylor The dream state shifts to the awareness of awake time. I keep my eyes closed and rummage my dreams for insights. Sometimes my left eye opens to check the sky. Today, the grey low ceiling of clouds makes the world seem snug like a cozy room. I see the Ocean fade in my midnight dream, my son waves from a small boat. I shift into the tone of happiness and settle into that mood. I begin my meditation in bed. I stay in the breathing state for five to ten minutes. I listen to the house sounds. I do an inventory of aches and pleasures. I observe my breath as it...

A Day in the Life: Studio Space

A Day in the Life : Studio SpaceWritten by Amy Dryer // @amy.dryer When I attended Mount Allison almost fifteen years ago now, I lived in a rambling old house just off the university campus. Cuthbertson was a Victorian style green building with multi colored stained glass windows and about ten different students' rooms. In my room, I had small antique lamps that I had purchased at the local Sally Anne and a special picture beside my bed. I woke up and went to sleep to that picture – a photo of an empty space with old hardwood floors, treelike beams and light pouring through north facing windows. Scrawled across the top of the postcard, in black Sharpie marker, I had written 'my eventual art...

A Day in the Life: Accidental Euphoria

A Day In The Life: Accidental EuphoriaWritten by Melissa Tuplin // @tupples @dancingmonkeylaboratories Wednesday May 31, 2017, 10:17 am I’m sitting in the Calgary Greyhound station with my father, petulant. He’s drinking less than mediocre coffee out of a Styrofoam cup, purchased from the bus station diner that looks like it is straight out of a David Lynch film. I’m on my way to Edmonton to perform my solo Accidental Euphoria at NextFest, and I do-not-want-to-go. My father’s a little confused at my lack of emotion, unsurprising given his almost 30 years of sitting mid-theatre at my performances. It wasn’t the 4-hour bus ride I was dreading (yeah, the Red Arrow is better, but is it $50 better?), or even the performance itself. Accidental Euphoria...

A Day in the Life: Guilty Confessions of a Designer

A Day In The Life: Guilty Confessions of a DesignerWritten by Paul Hardy // @Paulhardyinc @paulhardydesign Starved for both a late night craving and what to compose, I decide to make my way to the grocery store for some inspiring snack food. I grab a carton of milk, a dozen cookies from the bakery section, and a box of alphabets in hopes that words form in my cereal bowl that will inspire me to write this blog. I confess I have a large measure of gratitude for the invention of the self-service check out, because it offers the opportunity to obtain my junk food binge without judgment at the checkout. However, most of the patrons of my neighbourhood grocery store are students, consequently, I would...

A day in the life: Pieces of my Day

A Day In The Life: Pieces of My DayWritten by Barb MacKenzie // @pieceonpeace It’s Tuesday morning and I am on my way to my boutique with a sewing machine in the trunk. Tuesdays are usually quiet. I am tired of doing paperwork and like any artist, I am looking for time to create. Today, I am moving my sewing machine back into the store. Hello, my name is Barb McKenzie. This past fall, I opened a local market boutique called Piece on Peace, in a quirky strip-mall in Spruce Cliff. Piece on Peace is a sustainable, ethical boutique that is mindful of its customers, local art and the environment. While this is a new retail space for us, we have been in business for...

A Day In The Life: You & Me vs. the 1 percent

A Day In The Life: You & Me vs. the 1 percent Written by Kevin Jesuino // @kevinjesuino At the moment of writing this blog, I am attending the Open Engagement conference, an international gathering of artists working in the realm of socially engaged art practice. If you’ll allow me, I’d like to set up some context and history of Socially Engaged Art Practices and then explain why I do this type of work. Socially Engaged Art Practice is a relatively new field of art that meets at the crossroads of performance, visual arts and public engagement. Coming out of the practice established by Suzanne Lacy’s New Genre Public Art in the late nineties, which looked at the public as a type of “social sculpture”,...
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