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Gogol Bordello at the Vogue Theatre, October 10, 2009

October 16, 2009 · 3 Comments

Autumn is upon us here in Vancouver, and along with the falling leaves comes a storm of bands blowing through the city.  My wallet feeling skinny as it is these days, my two shows for October were Gogol Bordello last week and Flogging Molly with The Gallows later this month.  Look for these and other great show reviews on www.westcoastweasel.com, my pal Steve’s much more informative music blog.  When it comes to a show like Gogol Bordello however, I can’t help but want to share it here.  I took no notes during the show, just got drunk with the flask of spiced rum I snuck in and danced with Ryan in our seats in the upper balcony of the Vogue Theatre.

We missed the opening band, which our seat neighbors informed us sounded like “they were jamming in a friends’ living room,” so no harm done.  Eugene Hütz, the bands’ mustachioed front man came on stage first to start off the show with the politically charged “Illumination,” with the other band members soon following suit. Hütz sings “realization number one: you are the only light there is for yourself, my friend,” and they’re off! The band barely paused for a breath between songs, leaving me to wonder if I could hack it at one of the Russian weddings they first started playing at.  They were certainly skilled at keeping us enthralled, as I have never been to a show where the audience was so unified.  Everyone around us (even up in the nosebleeds) was clapping and dancing along, often out of their own volition.

The cabaret like atmosphere of the show with its level of variety propelled everyone forward through the hour plus set, including the forty five minute encore and then the impromptu jam session the drummer and percussionist started afterward.  The percussionist, Pedro Erazo brought his Ecuadorian flavor to songs like “Not a Crime,” with bells and whistles (literally) and dub-like vocalizing.  His set up on stage also included a set of timbales and a sample pad which Hutz also played at one point.  One of the high points of the show for me was during “Immigrant Punk,” when Hütz put a garbage can over the mic and wailed on it.  The percussive elements of the show in general where amazing, held up by the solid rock beats of drummer Eliot Ferguson, who also sang some minor very Eastern vocal accompaniment. Both Pamela Jintana Racine and Elizabeth Sun added to this milieu with their big bass drum, cymbals, choreographed dancing, and vocalizing on songs like “Go Revolutions” (most of the songs played were from the bands’ latest album, Gypsy Punks).

The band members that stood out the most besides Hutz however, were violinist Sergey Ryabtsev and accordion player Yuri Lemeshev, if not for their talent then at least for their novelty. Ryabstevs’ powerful vocals have him sounding like an opera singer on “Start Wearing Purple.”  The part of that song which really gets me excited however, was when Hütz sings “I’ve known you since you were a twenty, I was twenty,” because it reminds me of Ryan and I, and how insane we both are (Hutz wrote the song for a girlfriend). I can’t forget to mention bassist Thomas Gobena, whose lines on “Undestructable” coupled with Lemeshev’s accordion makes for a truly great song. This was one of the last and most epic numbers of the show (with every member of the group on stage), and the line “all his hardcore when made with love,” to me at least, really sums up the message that Hütz tries to convey with Gogol Bordello.

Overall, this was one of the best shows I’ve ever been to. The nature of the conglomeration itself is significant, with many of its members coming from different Diasporas coming together to form a force of resistance and joy. Hütz himself was a refugee for many years, first displaced by the Chernobyl meltdown , which he references in “Sally,” when he sings  “and I survived even fucking radiation.”  A punk band with gypsy hearts, not only is Gogol Bordello the most fun to watch, but they actually have something real to say in a world that grows smaller by the day.

Here’s a couple vids for your enjoyment:

Start Wearing Purple

American Wedding

Wanderlust King

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Swarm 2009 Vancouver

September 17, 2009 · 1 Comment

This year saw the 10th annual Swarm night in Vancouver.  Being my second time around to the gallery-hop/art party, I was much more prepared than last year: I had printed and marked a map of all the galleries participating in the Friday night Gastown area (since the map on the website didn’t work for anyone I talked to).  More importantly, I had my posse with me.  If anything (besides the local and international talent, of course), Swarm is known for its’ hive mentality.  With the crowds of Emily Carr students, professors, and art heads buzzing from gallery to gallery – taking their fill of cheap wine – Swarm promises an eventful evening for all who attend.  With all this business happening around you, it can be challenging to get a good look at all of the works on display, so below are some highlights from the evening, and shows that are worth going back to see again.

Before meeting everyone at our first stop I finished off my flask of Disaronno to get in the mood, which was a good thing because the show at 221a Artist Run Centre, “Future Expansion, Today”, by Daniel Oates-Kuhn, wasn’t my favorite.  The installation with a Vancouver-under-construction theme was awkwardly placed in the exhibition space, and overall seemed very simplistic. Plastic sheets hung from one wall, a box of asphalt on the floor was covered with fencing, and that was basically it.  So we waited for the rest to join our tour in the other room of the gallery and had a beer.

The sculptural pieces at Access Gallery were more thoughtful, albeit very different in nature from those at 221a.  Daniel Laskarin’s fibre glass forms resembled both precarious industry, and homage to Jospeh Bueys.  The words written in clear tacks on the wall, “Things, Not Pictures,” invite consideration of the relation and separation between the two categories and how each signifies meanings.  Jen Hutton’s wooden ‘C’ shaped sculpture that reflect the viewer’s feet when looking into the top, similarly played with how the viewer interacts with and perceives the material object before them.

Across the street from Access is Artspeak, which had a collection of video and books entitled “Speaking Truth to Reconciliation”.  The show, like at last years’ Swarm, was arranged on Christian Kliegel’s ONSITE installation of white blocks that created a viewing area for the two videos.  The combination of the installation and all the people trying to awkwardly funnel through to the back room for drinks made our stop at Artspeak a short one, as it intensified the hive effect of crawling over other people and made viewing the works difficult.

My favorite stop of the evening was at a gallery whose name I did not catch due to the darkness and the wine I drank while watching a video of a child running through a field toward the camera in very slow motion and negative colors that made the process disturbing.  There were a street art style manatee painted across multiple wooden blocks, and canvases with stenciled Western figures and broken bits of wood and rusted metal on them that were stunning.  I plan to find this magical, dark hole of a gallery again, and will tell you all about it then.

The most socially responsible show of the evening was at Gallery Gachet, which is no surprise considering their mandate to demystify issues surrounding mental health (and I would add race, class, and gender issues) by exhibiting the work of outsider artists.  SD Holman’s “Stealing Masculinity” was very illuminating in its showcase of the physical transformation from female to male through the use of testosterone and surgery.  Through personal journal entries on transparencies tacked on and around photographs, a more subjective account of one person’s gender identity was able to shine light on larger issues faced by transgendered people.

Our last stop of the evening was at the Or Gallery for “Death and Objects,” a group show featuring Debra Baxter, Dawn Cerny, Barb Choit, and The Goggles (Michael Simons and Paul Shoebridge) that consisted of sculpture and photography.  I enjoyed the Sci Fi show I saw at Or Gallery earlier this year, and the arrangement of sculptural objects on and around a centrally placed table had a similar flavour.  I especially enjoyed the belted pillow with quartz growing out of one end.  Some of the pieces showed death in objects very literally; a series of photographs of light fixtures with one less light every picture, or the large photographs of books with holes cut in them that resembled ghost faces a child might cut in a sheet.  I get a very whimsical feeling from the Or Gallery, and I like it.

All of the walking and drinking  took its tole by this time, and we parted ways with our posse to get some pizza before heading home.  We ended up skipping out on the Fillip launch party, which was really too bad, because they do good work in the area of contemporary art criticism and theory.

By no means was this an exhaustive coverage of Swarm. On Friday alone we went to ten or so different galleries, and the night before had just as many openings in another part of Vancouver.  I sincerely hope that this is not my last Swarm, and so do many galleries of the Pacific Association of Artist Run Centres (PAARC), which puts on Swarm each year.  As a number of galleries highlighted with information sheets at the door, the provincial government has proposed major slashes to arts funding in the next year. For more information on this, see the post below.  Swarm 2009 is a wonderful event that supports a lot of artists and the artist run culture that has been an integral part of Canadian art history for many years.  It would be a tragedy if the government fails to see the importance of this aspect of Canadian culture.

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On a lighter note

September 10, 2009 · Leave a Comment

http://vancouverisawesome.com/

A website dedicated to the radness of Vancouver’s arts and cultural scene, without the bad.

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Third Beach Encounter

June 5, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I never caught his name, but the gentleman that innocently meandered toward us on Third Beach this past Tuesday was memorable none-the-less.  We noticed him earlier in the day as he moved about the beach, chatting with some guys that were sitting on some logs that jut out into the water, and later as he waded into the frigid water, floating in the ocean with only his face and toes bobbing above the waves.

As he made his way out of the water, he moved slowly to where my two friends and I had a beach picnic spread out for the afternoon and were sunbathing.  He mumbled something, giving away his German identity, but thoroughly confusing the rest of us.  He didn’t seem to mind, and settled close by, leaning back casually on one of the huge logs that dot the beaches in Vancouver.  My two companions decided to cool off in the ocean, so I took the opportunity to grab my notebook and started talking to this character.

He was a small, fit older man who obviously had a love of the outdoors: his wrinkled skin was leathery tanned.  His black swim trunks clung damply to his stout legs, and he wore a small denim hat upon his head, which he removed briefly to run his fingers through his brownish-red hair before plunking it back down.

“I was here yesterday and today,” he said when I asked him if he came to the beach often, “I came all the way from New Westminster because I love it here.”

He told me he had moved from Germany years ago to work as a draughtsman in Canada, and has mapped the entire Horseshoe Bay area for the water and sewer board, streets and land contours, from a small plane.  “I like forestry mapping the best,” he says, “because I get to be in the forest.”  He laughed to himself, adding “except I like going home the best because I get to have a hot shower or bath after camping for a week.” 

When he first moved to Canada, he tells me, “if somebody would have told me,” he paused, recalling the memory, “the cedar trees, how huge they were… I wouldn’t have believed them.”  He shows me with his forearm how big the cracks in some of the fir trees can be, with a sense of awe that he hasn’t lost over time.

The conversation ended as naturally as it had started.  He moved away a bit and took some biscuits wFrapped in plastic from a black backpack he had hidden in the logs.  He munched them solemnly and slowly moved off down the beach as my two friends returned from the water.  We laughed about our chance encounter with the German while watching him wade out into the ocean once more to float on his back, a little brown figure appearing and disappearing with the roll of the waves.

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Long Weekend Movie

June 5, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Walking into the Scotiabank Theatre on the rainy Monday evening of the Victoria Day long weekend is akin to waiting for the bus at Terminal Station: you want to get where you’re going, but getting there – let alone getting on the bus – can be testing to even the most patient.

The crowd hanging outside the theatre alone is daunting, and the room is packed to the doors with people standing in line-ups, and pushing toward the escalator that conveys the humming throngs to their place of destination: Angels & Demons, Star Trek, X-Men.  It is loud and it reeks of that yellow stuff they put on your popcorn and call butter.  There’s no turning back now, onwards and upwards toward the box office. 

A chaotic cue of people fills the room, a stoned pair of lovers grip eachother tightly, pushing their way to the back of the line.  They glare with glazed eyes as a father, speaking Russian to his son, pushes his way in front of them. 

The hubbub of the room bounces back and forth between groups of people as they watch the lit up listings board for their movie times.  Anticipation grows as times disappear of the board: first 6:30, then 7:00pm.  A pair of tickets cost $25, and the young couple looks dubiously at eachother as they purchase two tickets to the 7:20pm showing of Angels and Demons, and head up the escalator to begin the second phase of the adventure: finding a seat.

A chorus of “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” sounds out in the theater, as –still 40 minutes prior to the film – the room is all ready bustling with movie goers.  Jackets are thrown haphazardly across chairs as people mark their territory and head back out to the concession.  Advertisements and movie trivia plays as the couple settles into their seats, armed with a small popcorn and vitamin water that added another $10 onto their trip.  The low hum of their conversation is perforated with bursts of laughter as they tease and quiz eachother about the trivia on screen.

Having reached their point of destination, the atmosphere of the theatre becomes considerably more comfortable as the masses get cozy and munch away at their snacks.  The lights dim, and the buzz subsides as everyone, relieved that their journey is over, prepares for the advent of the long weekend movie.

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Sunday March 22nd Activities

April 20, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I took Ryan to the UBC campus about a month ago to check out the Museum of Anthropology’s Maori tattoo exhibit and then to the Belkin for the Chinese performance art photography exhibit called Action-Camera: Bejing Performance Photography, curated by Keith Wallace. 

Performance art is something I’ve been interested in since I participated in a group performance at the Union Gallery at Queen’s called ARTHappens.  I had the opportunity to learn about and meet some First Nations performance artists while at Queen’s, and I couldn’t help but draw some parallels between these performance artists and the ones featured in Action-Camera.  To me, performance art is used by many as strategy of negotiating identity and social relations.  Wallace speaks to this in his essay for the exhibition, stating that “the behavioural aspect implicitly reflects a social negotiation, one often reflecting a desire for individual expression balanced against collective consciousness.”  The “behavioural aspect” he refers to comes from the Chinese term for performance art: “xingwei yishu,” which translates to conduct or behaviour in art. 

I did a bit of surfing on the internet to find some more information on Chinese performance art, and a few of the names that came up were participants in the Belkin show.  I had seen Zhang Huan’s work at the VAG; photographs documenting a performance where he walked the streets in a meat suit. I found a video of his work on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=szyZXfq8Z7A

Wikipedia told me that Chinese performance art developed in the 1970s out of state-run art schools, and Wallace notes that “performance art in the early 1990s was discouraged by the State especially if it entailed nudity, and was the cause of several arrsts and exhibitions closing down.”  Action-Camera documents this time period in Bejing.  Participating artist and curator Ai WeiWei has also documented this, specifically the experimental artists’ East Village.  An interesting tidbit about WeiWei is his involvment in the design of the “Birds Nest” stadium in Bejing for the 2008 summer Olympics.  Weiwei’s anti-olympic comments were largely ignored by the Chinese media (not suprising), but he refuses to be photographed with the building, stating that it  is a “pretend smile” of bad taste. 

To me, WeiWei’s inclusion in this exhibtion is important in raising such points in Vancouver as it prepares for the 2010 Winter Olympics.  As the economy is in recession, the city is spending more than it can afford to dazzle the world’s media in 2010.  The new mayor, Gregor Roberston, is busy trying to clean up the streets of Vancouver’s homeless infested lower east side.  While this undoubtedly has its benefits, I wonder about its intentions.  Vancouver homeless population has the highest per capita AIDS infection rate in the world.  The overall prevalence of HIV in Vancouver is about 1.21 per cent, six times higher than the national rate. I doubt that the spectacle of the Olympic games will be able to hide that.

To return to another participating artist in Action-Camera, I wanted to finish off this post with artist Li Wei.  I included a link to a photo from the series included in the Belkin, hope you enjoy it.

http://marciojames.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/liwei.jpg

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Strategies of Aboriginal Performance Art and the Aesthetics of Diaspora

April 2, 2009 · Leave a Comment

      The purpose of this paper – the goals I have set for myself in writing it – are to show the First Nations community in Canada as diasporic, and to discuss performance art by First Nations artists as a way of asserting identity, sovereignty, and working through the violence and loss experienced as a result of colonization.  I want to also address issues of gender and sexuality in relation to First Nations performance, and how the similar strategies of insistence employed in performance creates an aesthetic of diaspora. Through their performances these artists are able to speak to global issues of belonging, which perhaps is the reason that performance art is so viable a practice for asserting the self-determination of this diasporic community. As well, I believe that the artistic practice of diasporic communities is significant for two reasons, the first being that there is a quality about art that most effectively negotiates issues related to diaspora by linking it to subjective experience, and secondly, it signals the creative aspect of being a diasporic subject, carving discursive spaces for identity.

The history of the representation of First Nations people in Canada is marked with erasure at worst and marginalization at best.  First Nations identity has been essentialized as exotic, closer to nature, and therefore as an artifact in need of preservation in the face of modernity.  In the museum world, this resulted in the collection of Native artifacts, removing valuable objects from their culture of origin.  In the larger Canadian context, colonization led to the displacement of Native peoples from their lands, forcing them into a diasporic context within the confines of the country’s borders.  This is a unique situation to explore diasporic subjects in, as the loss of land remains immediate due to the fact that some Aboriginals may remain in the proximity of their original dwelling, but the nation has imposed new borders over it.  This signals the contradiction that although first world and third world coexist in the same space in many instances today, when it comes down to the movement of bodies, geographic borders become very real.  

Canada’s official policy of multiculturalism puts forth a politics of difference that homogenizes ethnic identity, while exempting First Nations from the list of “those institutions in charge of implementing the multicultural policy,” thereby simultaneously (and contradictorily) being exclusionary.[1]  This is a double displacement, and it is thus useful to compare it to the displacement of Indigenous peoples in Australia, which has an official policy of multiculturalism as well.  Aileen Moreton-Robisnson describes this displacement, stating that “the nation state places Indigenous people in a state of homelessness because our ontological relationship to the land, which is the way we hold title, is incommensurable with its own exclusive claims of sovereignty,” naming this a postcolonizing strategy, with the implication of an ongoing process that the term signals.[2]

The discordance between an ontological relationship to land and possession of land through government sovereignty raises the issue of ownership that is central to diasporic identities.  For both Australia and Canada, the nation’s claim to land was founded on the conception of an all ready empty land – Terra Nullius, as in Australia’s case.[3]   The nation was conceived as a vast wilderness, and so in Canada, First Nations people became synonymous with this wild nature that needed taming at the hands of modernity.  Contradictorily however, the Natives were simultaneously seen as a dieing culture in need of preservation.  In his essay entitled “The Trouble with Wilderness, or, Getting Back to the Wrong Nature,” William Cronon signals the interrelatedness of the conception of Canadian wilderness with other issues (including, I would argue, the First Nations diaspora) when he notes “although wilderness may today seem to be just one environmental concern among many, it in fact serves as the foundation for a long list of other such concerns that on their face seem quite remote from it.”[4]  The same interest in the wilderness as frontier that stimulated the tourist economy in Canada led to the commodification and naturalization of Native identity.  Cronon’s discussion highlights the damaging effects of such constructions of wilderness, and contextualizes discussions of the un-homing of First Nations peoples in Canada.  As First Nations people were being removed from their homeland and being placed on reservations then, they were simultaneously experiencing the pressures of assimilation and the discourses of preservation that othered them.

            Such discussions are ultimately one-sided however, and beg the question of Native negotiation within these discourses of power.  This calls for a more complex understanding of agency, as Anne Anlin Cheng asserts in “The Melancholy of Race.”[5]  To first return to the concept of ownership, however, Deborah Doxtator raises the important point that ownership can be thought of outside of property, which is a form of agency in that it calls for a reformulation of the term outside of the language of the nation.  Doxtator discusses ownership in terms of owning “the responsibility of who you are and what you belong to,”[6] with the subsequent need for self-reflexivity and intellectual development that also links to the complex understanding of agency Cheng contends for.  Doxtator’s words are rooted in the ongoing discussion of Aboriginal representation in the gallery – the history of collecting practices of such institutions – and larger trends in Canadian nationalism.  She argues for the need for access to cultural objects in order to “communicate and preserve the process and living of a culture,”[7] which calls up the strategies used by the First Nations diaspora to create spaces for identity.  This simultaneously signals diaspora as a creative act, a process, as well as an aesthetic, which is evidenced in the artistic production of First Nations artists.  

Lily Cho theorizes the diasporic subject as in process of becoming diasporic “through a complex process of memory and emergence,”[8] suggesting an attendant focus on productive subjectivity rather than solely on victimization.  This is significant, as in order to enact change, politics must be open to such a process of becoming.  Similarly, Stuart Hall states that “practices of representation always implicate the positions from which we speak or write – the positions of enunciation” (author’s emphasis),[9] suggesting that an aesthetic of diaspora links representations through its subjective positionalities and strategies of representation.  Hall speaks about cultural identity as sameness and difference, and how it is a positioning rather than an essence, in relation to points of reference such as history and place.[10]  Cho writes “they share continuities even as they persist in their differences,”[11] suggesting that such a way of thinking about identity could be used in thinking about diasporic representation.  Another way of discussing diaspora as a creative process is through the act of gleaning.  As seen in the film The Gleaners and I, gleaning from the remains of the past is a tactic for producing the future.  In art, you can make insights, re-write history, show the inside and outside, and these are important processes for understanding the complexity of diasporic subjects. 

            Art calls up our own interiority, which is significant to the representation of diaspora in that it may signal the deeply human origin of racism, simultaneously allowing the speaker to grieve, and deal with the losses that are constitutive of diasporic identity.  Cheng describes this process as melancholia, in that the people we expel remain inside us, and sit in us as anger, guilt, or denial.[12]  The effects of this can be seen in the commodification of cultures for the tourist trade, in that tourists are participating in a sort of self-exoticising practice by consuming another culture.  Inherent in this is the notion of “the foreigner within” that Cheng discusses, in that “the racial other is in fact quite ‘assimilated’ into – or, more accurately, most uneasily digested by – American nationality.”[13]  This is something First Nations artists address in their works, the cultural losses they experience at once constituting their identity, while also carving space for resistance and new articulations.  They do so by using strategies of representation that deals with such difficult knowledge.  For example, one strategy that is often used is parody and humor.  As Lori Blondeau has stated in conversation with Lynne Bell and Janice Williamson, “You have to laugh in order to survive what some of our people have survived.”[14] 

Blondeau’s performances oftentimes employ characters that parody stereotypes of First Nations culture, such as her persona Belle Sauvage (2005), in which she plays the role of a cowgirl.  Strutting and posing for the audience, Blondeau is aware of her objectification, yet clearly revels in the freedom to represent herself.  She performs the role of the Wild West show which many Native women participated in during the nineteenth century.  The character is also based loosely on the 1950s film Calamity Jane, in which Doris day plays a cross-dressing white cowgirl.[15]  Blondeau’s performance has included taking pictures with the audience against a backdrop of a Western landscape scene, thus creating a dialogue between performer, audience, and the history of colonization.  The opening up of such dialogues is significant to First Nations diasporic subjects, in that it allows for new articulations of identity, as well as implicating the audience in the objectification of the performers. 

This performance was done in conjunction with artist Adrian Stimson, who played Buffalo Boy, a gender-bending cowboy.  The hyper-sexualized performance of the personas becomes a commentary on the masculine inflection of colonization, exposing it through humor and parody. Buffalo Boy wears red lipstick and nail polish, and hangs pearls around his neck, showing a little leg as he poses for a picture with an audience member or two. Tanya Mars discusses the significance of humor for feminist performance artists, stating

The ability of the performer to laugh at herself, extends outwardly into the community at large, giving female audiences a chance to identify openly with the performer – she is up there pouring out her deepest, darkest secrets, unafraid. Audiences can in turn laugh with the performer and eachother, and take comfort in the knowledge that they are not alone.[16]

 

This seems to be similarly applicable to First Nations performances art.  It is interesting to compare this performance strategy of humor to Cheng’s theory of melancholia, in that both are paradigms for dealing with the loss of belonging and identity one experiences with diaspora.  Both expose the idea of the foreigner within, as has all ready been discussed.  It may be useful to think of humor as a strategy for dealing with melancholia, in that humor signals its effects, while allows a measure of control to the performer.

            In another of Blondeau’s performances We Want to be Just like Barbie: That Bitch has Everything (1998), Blondeau draws on the pop culture icon to address issues of body image and sexuality that affect First Nations women, who are either categorized as “squaw” or “Indian princess,” playing the role of Pocahontas.[17]  In this performance Vern Chekosis assumes the role of Ken, who feels marginalized because of Barbie’s fame, likes to try on Pocahontas’ clothing and feels comfortable talking with her.  The performance thus effectively highlights the notions of ideal beauty and sexuality that are implicit in Barbie, and the ways in which First Nations peoples are affected by such discourses.  Blondeau states “I am affected by popular culture’s images of women: I think I should be really thin with the latest hairstyles. Just because I’m Native doesn’t mean I’m not affected. It’s about telling these popular images from my point of view as a Native woman.”[18]  Beyond this however, Blondeau’s commentary on popular culture asserts the contemporaneity of First Nations peoples, denoting the hybridity of First Nations culture in the face of a homogenizing discourse that would relegate Native representation to ethnographic artifacts in the museum.  As discussed by Paul Gilroy, hybridity begins at the place of origin, which affects diaspora through cultural exchange from the outset.[19]  Modernity has always meant social exchange and therefore hybridity.  Blondeau’s performances clearly demonstrate this through her references to popular culture and its influence in First Nations culture as well as its potentiality as a tool of subversion and social commentary.

            Terrence Houle is a First Nations performance and photographic artist based in Calgary who also uses the strategy of parody in his work.  He brought his Casting Call to the Agnes Etherington Art Centre in Kingston, Ontario in 2008, in which he sent out a casting notice for First Nations men and women to “audition” for roles of Natives playing Non-Natives acting in Native roles in old Western films.  In this performance, Houle is using the tactics of inversion and humor to disarm the viewer, making him or her question the assumptions made about the place of indigenous identity in contemporary life.  This performance can be seen similarly to Blondeau’s performances in its aesthetic, thereby becoming a site of the assertion of identity for both Houle and the Native community at large, as well as contesting historical representations of First Nations people in popular culture.  Issues of gender and diaspora are also clearly at play in Houle’s work, as the participating audience literally puts on and performs a masculinity that is evident in old Hollywood westerns and seems slightly ridiculous and untenable for viewers today.  This is a significant conversation to be having in the face of the retrenching of masculinity seen in the assertion of strategic nationalism to counter colonialist actions.  Obviously this is not the path that these performance artists have chosen, but it is likely that some in the First Nations communities have chosen such a strategy.   Both Houle and Blondeau clearly have a nuanced understanding of issues of gender and sexuality in Canadian culture at large, and how the discourses surrounding these identity markers affect and are thought of by First Nations people.  If framed in the context of Cheng’s discussion of a complex understanding of agency, Houle and Blondeau’s performances can be seen as enunciations of racial melancholy that signal diasporic losses while rearticulating First Nations identity.

            Another strategy used by First Nations performance artists is through connecting their performances to loss and memory.  In her article on Holocaust memorials and museums in Germany and the United States respectively, Liliane Weissburg describes the difficultly of naming such diasporic losses directly, as giving something a proper name closes down its meaning.[20]   It becomes clear that it is difficult for both the Jewish and the Germans to digest the losses they experienced from the effects of the violence of the Holocaust.  Most significant to the present discussion however, is Weissberg’s question of the ability of art to memorialize the Holocaust.  She believes that this is complicated in the case of the Washington museum, but that it ultimately displays an “aesthetic that thrives on absence.”[21]  Weissberg states that such memorialization is indicative of “America’s – not Germany’s – inability to deal with its own past.”[22]  This is clearly an articulation of the racial melancholy that Cheng describes. 

I would like to transpose the notion of an aesthetics of absence onto Rebecca Belmore’s performance Indian Factory (2000) to argue that although such a strategy denotes the melancholia of a diasporic subject, by doing so it leaves room for the development of meaning – a process of becoming that is a creative act constitutive of identity, as has previously been stated.  Belmore’s performance occurs in five vignettes, “in which [she] bore witness to the freezing deaths of five Aboriginal men outside the Queen Elizabeth II power plant in Saskatoon.”[23]  In her performance, she moved from bathing plaid work shirts in plaster and hanging them to dry in front of an image of the Queen with candles lit below; to dipping a feather in blood and turning a fan on so that it sprayed onto a canvas; to dancing drunkenly around a pole marked with police tape; to hammering nails into an image of a sacred stone printed onto plywood; finishing by being buried in the fetal position in a bed of clay.  The performance ended when one of the audience members – fearing for Belmore’s safety – dug her out.  Belmore’s performance was a highly emotional and charged story of the deaths of five men – the violence of this alluded to in the blank canvas and shell of the clay burial site.  Such a strategy that uses the body (the site of diasporic violence) and materials traditionally associated with First Nations culture, speaks to contemporary struggles without ever requiring the use of words.

The notion of storytelling is an aspect of aboriginal performance art that I would like to explore more in depth in relation to diasporic representations.  The fact that Belmore’s performance is in a sequence of events creates a narrative through which she can address her community’s painful memories.  Storytelling is an important tradition for First Nations peoples, and although Belmore experienced separation from the language of her tribe, it is clear that through her performances she is able to keep this tradition alive.  This is linked to strategies of insistence used by Belmore, as she revisited the deaths of the five men in another performance entitled Temperance (2004), insisting the significance of telling such stories for both the processes of mourning and healing.[24]  Jessica Bradley expresses this notion when she states “the experience of displacement and cultural loss is not so much lamented by Belmore as it is recuperated in her work and reformed into acts or objects of reparation and protest.”[25] 

The act of storytelling also calls to mind the relationship between fiction and diaspora as discussed by authors such as Toni Morrison, and links to issues of diaspora and memory as discussed by Lily Cho.  Morrison signals this connection, stating “no matter how “fictional” the account of these writers, or how much it was a product of invention, the act of imagination is bound up with memory,” and that “it is emotional memory – what the nerves and the skin remember as well as how it appeared.”[26]  Although her discussion centers on slave narratives, these remarks are applicable to Belmore’s performances in the memory of trauma that is evoked by the remains of her performance.  Indian Factory is especially visceral for Belmore herself, who physically exhausted herself through the actions of dancing, hammering, and burial.  The audience’s experience of this process was very emotional indeed, as it evidenced by the way in which it ended.  Such a performance strategy creates a site of memory, showing that diaspora can be a powerful tool for “thinking through the displacements engendered by colonialism,”[27] as well as being a process for the formation of First Nations identity. 

We have moved then, from thinking about diaspora in relation to the land as discussed at the beginning of the paper, to thinking of it in terms of what Cho states diaspora being “bound to the problem of history and memory.”[28]  These are the strategies of diasporic representation through which First Nations performance artists negotiate the space of diaspora.  The performance artists discussed here are aware of the very particular and subjective viewpoints from which they speak, and how their diaspora is inflected with issues of gender and hybridity.  This awareness itself shows just how useful a tool art is in showcasing the complexities of diasporic subjectivity, and how art and diaspora are synonymous in their creativity and process as frameworks from which to look at diaspora, and to create very contemporary and complex spaces for the self-assertion of First Nations identity.


[1] Smaro Kamboureli, “The Technology of Ethnicity: Canadian Multiculturalism and the Language of Law,” in David Bennett ed. Multicultural States: Rethinking Difference and Identity (London; New York: Routledge, 1998) 216.

[2] Aileen Moreton-Robinson, “I Still Call Australia Home: Indigenous Belonging and Place in a White Postcolonizing Society” in Ahmed, Sara et al. Uprootings/Regroundings (Oxford: Berg, 2003) 30, 36.

[3] Moreton-Robinson, 24.

[4] William Cronon, “The Trouble with Wilderness, or, Getting Back to the Wrong Nature,’ in William Cronon, ed., Uncommon Ground: Toward Reinventing Nature (New York: W.W. Norton, 1995), 73.

[5] Anne Anlin Cheng, “The Melancholy of Race,” in Cheng, The Melancholy of Race: Psychoanalysis, Assimilation and Hidden Grief (NY: Oxford Press, 2001), 26

[6] Deborah Doxtator, “The Implications of Canadian Nationalism for Aboriginal Cultural Autonomy,” in Curatorship: Indigenous Perspectives in Post-Colonial Societies: Proceedings (Ottawa and Calgary: Canadian Museum of Civilization, University of Victoria and the Commonwealth Associations of Museums, 1994), 56

[7] Doxtator, 64.

[8] Lily Cho, “The Turn to Diaspora.” Topia. 17: Spring, 2007, 21.

[9] Stuart Hall, “Cultural Identity of Diaspora,” in Brazeil, Janna and Annita Mannur eds. Theorizing Diaspora (MA: Blackwell Pub.: 2003), 85-86

[10] Hall, 87

[11] Cho, 21.

[12] Cheng, 130

[13] Cheng, 131

[14] Lynne Bell and Janice Williamson, “High Tech Storyteller: A Conversation with Performance Artist Lori Blondeau,” Fuse, 24:4 (December, 2001), 31

[15] Western Front, “Putting the WILD back into the West: staring Belle Sauvage and Buffalo Boy,” October 19, 2006 http://front.bc.ca/performanceart/events/3127

[16] Tanya Mars, “Not Just for Laughs: Women, Performance and humor” in Tanya Mars and Johanna Householder eds., Caught in the Act: An Anthology of Performance Art by Canadian Women (Toronto: YYZ Books, 2004), 26

[17] Bell and Williamson, 32-33

[18] Bell and Williamson, 37

[19] Paul Gilroy, “The Black Atlantic as Counterculture of Modernity,” in Brazeil, Jana and Annita Mannur Adita eds. Theorizing Diaspora (MA: Blackwell Publishing, 2003), 55

[20] Liliane Weissberg, “Memory Confined,” in Cultural Memory and the Construction of Identity, ed. Dan Ben-Amos and Liliane Weissberg (Detroit: Wayne State University Press, 1999), 48

[21] Weissberg, 67.

[22] Weissberg, 70.

[23] “On the Fightin’ Side of Me: Lori Blondeau and Lynne Bell in conversation with Rebecca Belmore,” Fuse, 28:1 (2005), 25

[24] “On the Fightin’ Side of Me,” 29

[25] Jessica Bradely, “Rebecca Belmore: Art and the Object of Performance,” in Caught in the Act: An Anthology of Performance Art by Canadian Women eds. Tanya Mars & Johanna Householder, (Toronto: YYZ Books, 2004), 122

[26] Toni Morrison, “The Site of Memory,” in Inventing the Truth: The Art and Craft of Memoir, Ed. and Intro. William Zinsser (Boston: Houghton, 1987), 119

[27] Cho, 13

[28] Cho, 16

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New Works on Paper by Christopher Olson at Blim

January 16, 2009 · Leave a Comment

8 PM Saturday, January 9.

After sharing dinner with some friends at the Foundation on Main St., I suggested going to the opening at Blim off the top of my head as something for us gals to do while the boys were jamming.  I first saw Blim at the One of a Kind Show in November where I was impressed by their edgy and hand knit pins, and 80s inspired screen printed apparel.  The show itself didn’t hold too great of interest for me, but it was Saturday night and I wanted to check out the space and maybe score some cheap booze.  Well, there wasn’t any booze – not at least when we showed up promptly at 8pm.  This gave us the opportunity to chat with the owner Yuriko Iga and artist Christopher Olson for awhile before anyone really started showing up, so it worked out well.  We ate some jellybeans too, which was just fine.

The show itself was funny: loose works of collage, highlighter drawings and medicated doodles.  The artists own comments on the different series were handwritten on notebook pages.  Blim did a limited edition shirt with one of the doodles, and Julia bought one for Pierce.  We all thought about how similar these drawings looked to Julia’s own doodles.  They looked pretty good, but I didn’t like that they were so similar to something that Julia probably wouldn’t exhibit in a gallery.  I don’t think so at least. I could be wrong.

There is an interesting element to this show then, in that the works are purposefully kind of thrown together (the collages are made of at most three images that are held onto paper by scotch tape), or almost unconscious or sort of meditative (or medicated) actions.  The highlighter drawings of architectural shapes are informed by certain concepts like de stijl, but the artist states this (on a notebook page) in such a careless way that it seems like an afterthought.  This could be an intentional aesthetic that he is going for, one that syncs well with Blim’s quirky  DIY aesthetic. In the artist statement Olson refers to the idea of  “the secret project” with artists working in different media than they usually work and show in.   I would perhaps call it more of an experimentation, project denotes more thought than seems to be in the works.  But there I go labeling it something else, when Olson is probably trying to escape this kind of action by working in the aesthetic that he is.  From what he wrote about his works, my guess is that he wasn’t too serious about them, so I won’t take them too seriously either.

The show took up a small portion of the space which also includes a store front, lots of screen printing materials, a shelf with videos, and some couches.  There is an open area that is used for Blim’s weekly workshops on screen printing, button making, drawing, and other things.  I spoke with Yuriko who said that when the space first opened three years ago, Blim was a place for performance art, experimental music, video, and DIY crafts.  I don’t know to what extent all of these things still happen or not at Blim, but in order to keep the business viable to the arts community, the focus had to be narrowed – and screen printing is where Yuriko found her niche.

She attended ACAD, but is self taught in the screen printing department.  This was aparent when my boyfriend (a screenprinter) asked her about getting discharge crystals, and she didn’t know what they were.  Despite her lack of knowledge in the commercial scrren printing department, Yuriko is bringing it to the community in a creative, DIY way that I really admire.   The combination of studio and gallery space contributes significantly to community building for and between artists and the public, something that I hope to achieve in my own space eventually.

When I talked to her about this – mentioning that Julia was taking ceramics in school and wanted to get a kiln – Yuriko got excited about a “Blim version of DIY ceramics.”  It’s not exactly what we’re thinking of, but it’s encouraging to talk with someone like Yuriko who has done it herself, and done it well.

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Hey That’s No Way to Say Goodbye

November 17, 2008 · 1 Comment

I haven’t written in here for awhile because a lot has happened in my life lately – big things too – that have distracted me from the all important blog. Maybe I’ll write about them sometime soon,  I would like that. I would feel like Chuck Klosterman a little.

Anyway, tonight when I was at the Amsterdam a song came on that I hadn’t heard in a really long time, and – pretty melody aside – hadn’t probably paid much attention to.  When I got home I searched the bit of the lyric I could remember (I was stoned when I heard it, after all), and realized that this song that I probably haven’t heard since I was younger and my mom was in her heavy Leonard Cohen listening phase, in a variety of ways encompasses how I’m feeling about one such big thing in my life right now.  Which to me at least, is weird and poignant because I totally forgot that this song even existed.

I’m not going go into the gory details of the levels of meaning I’m placing on someone else’s words (actually, an interpretation since the song I heard at the Amsterdam was a cover that I thought was by Elliott Smith, but am now unsure), and I know that everyone that really loves any artist thinks that their songs could be about them.  Actually, I know I’ve said something along the lines of “I love how Julian Casablancas expresses his deep-seeded confusion and angsty but apathetic outlook on the world because I totally feel the same way” before.  And maybe I do, but at the same time I know that the Strokes aren’t writing songs about my life, and neither is Leonard Cohen. Everyone gets romanced by some song sooner or later, so I guess it’s not so bad that I got sucked into thinking that Elliot Smith’s (or someone else’s) cover of Hey That’s no Way to Say Goodbye is somehow even remotely associated with my love life.  Even in all its silliness, to quote Ryan Adams, there it is.

…And here it is:

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
Yes, many loved before us, I know we are not new,
In city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
But now it’s come to distances and both of us must try,
Your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

I’m not looking for another as I wander in my time,
Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
It’s just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
But let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie,
Your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
Yes many loved before us, I know we are not new,
In city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
But let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie,
Your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

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