But there is no danger in daring a bit

It is fall and I have been travelling. Fall already! Time for apple pies, pumpkin pies, orange landscape, red maple leaves and perfect light for photography.

I love fall. So I have been busy with work and exhibitions and exploring my beautiful Montreal and the unexpected beautiful cities and landscapes around Quebec.

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Our little tent on a cliff in Les Escoumins

 
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This could be anywhere

When I stepped back in Montreal there was a feeling of comfort. The fulfilment and excitement that arouses when we finish a task, a mission we were not sure how long would least but it was finally done and we are  finally coming back home.

Unbeknownst for most and myself there was also an anew feeling, as if all was the same but not, a book you remember very well but now the narrative is a movie sort of feeling, do you know what I mean? If not, try reading Game of Thrones and watching the series. You will understand that although is the same story the story isn’t the same and so far we can not say for sure that they will both end the same way.

But back to coming back to Montreal… It felt old and usual but with some missing characters and suddenly all was different, I was in some other story that wasn’t mine or that I was unaware I had to write (or rewrite). On the midst of all those feelings it seemed to me that Montreal could be anywhere, the streets were the same but the people on it made it look like and feel like anywhere. Maybe a dystopia, maybe just a resemblance with some other part of the world, regardless! I wasn’t home anymore.

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Diane Arbus/The Estate of Diane Arbus LLC. 

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Saint-Henri-des-Tanneries

 

Moving back to Montreal meant moving back to Saint Henri, one of my favourites hoods in town. I am not sure what made me like here so much: the proximity with Canal Lachine, the underdog vibes, the cultural vibrancy or the punk, bearded, coffee lovers we see around in the streets. Perhaps all of it.

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The Displacement – Part II

“You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.”
― Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the night.

Sailing on Whitsundays, photo by Poshdrosofila Thibault

Sailing on Whitsundays, photo by Poshdrosofila Thibault

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The Displacement – Part I

Paint by Monica Rohan

Yeah right ok, by Monica Rohan. Photo credit Poshdrosofila Thibault

“It is all like an ocean, said Dostoevsky. I say it’s all like cellophane” (Kurt Vonnegut – Breakfast of Champions)

It can be a choice sometimes, to be displaced. Like when staring at a paint, or a sculpture, or listening to a song. Art has this strong power of taking you away from your common views, common places, common self. It invites you to introspection and to contemplation, to questioning.

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The Promised Land of Michael Parekowhai – Space and the Construction of Memory

Almost a month ago GOMA was opening a great exhibition on Michael Parekowhai’s more than 20 years of work – from photography to sculptures. As I wandered and wondered into the the alleys created on GOMA for this exposition I couldn’t stop but think about Walter Benjamin and his writings on the construction of memory. I guessed (and somehow hoped) that Michael had read Benjamin when working on his pieces.

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“Knowledge and experience through combine opposites”. My meeting with David Lynch

 

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Mr Lynch on installation after a drawing , photo by myself.

QGOMA is hosting one of the most anticipated exhibitions this year: David Lynch, Between two Worlds, a collection of his 50 years of diverse art. From photography to paints and installations the exhibition invite us to reflect upon the unconsciousness, the limits that we accept and how they set boundaries that are dangerous to the creative process, the value of freedom on creativeness and the importance of ideas. Yes, Ideas are what guide us or at least what should guide us. Continue reading

Salgado and Wenders, The Salt of the Earth

A few weeks back I saw The Salt of the Earth, a film about the photographer Sebastiao Salgado by one of my favorites film makers Wim Wenders at the Asia Pacific Film Festival here in Brisbane. I met Salgado for the first time 10 years ago with The Other America and his work had a profound impact on me,  so profound that I left on a backpack trip to all South America that same year.

Google images, Other America

Google images, Other America

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