Friday, August 30, 2019

Poem


Podcast
for Sharon Thesen

eyes-free
to be seen elsewhere

the trouble with our industry--
they said          as I chop up an onion 

later: I don’t like it, would you?
I consider the question, the language

so formal -- our industry?
nothing on practice, the vagaries of time

we don’t have the luxuries of an Ashbery
they said          adding tomatoes to that onion

those who wrote on the job, dreaming
of Guadalajara 

who is this “they” 
who speaks for a “we”?

or O’Hara, who spent his lunch hours
typing up poems in stationary stores

spending? is that what he was doing?
everything -- all of us -- speaking in market terms!

Ashbery’s debt to that instruction manual
was it paid for its role in the poem?

“so much depends upon” 
“the uses of a new metal”

Williams composing lines
between patient visits

making them wait 
for him to finish          

we are saying no to free labour!
they said          as I stir into the bowl

         cilantro, oil and vinegar


Thursday, August 29, 2019

An Interview with Dodie and Kevin (1999)



On August 25th, friends and lovers of Kevin Killian held (I want to say staged) a memorial for their friend and lover at SFMOMA's Phyllis Wattis Theatre. One of the eulogizers, Scott Watson, said the room was packed and there was an overflow feed. I want to turn to Kevin and say overflow feed but can't because Kevin is in SF, not beside me in Vancouver. (I want to place the previous sentence in parentheses, but Kevin's ghost says No, the New Narrative gods will be angry!) Robert Gluck was the opening eulogizer, Eileen Myles the closer. What remains of Kevin will be placed beside Jack Spicer at Cypress Lawn Memorial Park in Mateo County.

Scott said there was a film program, and that my short film, An Interview with Dodie & Kevin (1999), was screened (see image above). I was happy to hear that, because it brought to mind details of the visit that brought about the film; a time when I travelled with a super-8 camera, shooting this and that, sometimes developing my film, sometimes not. I gave the Morris and Helen Belkin Art Gallery the reel in the mid-2000s, but unfortunately it got lost. Fortunately I made two VHS copies, one of which I gave to Dodie and Kevin during a 2000 visit, the other I gave to the Belkin shortly after Kevin's death. The Belkin's Jana Tyner had the video transferred and that's the version that was screened.

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

B.C. Highway 101



In Lund (Mile 0), looking west.


Tidal Art Centre on Finn Bay Road is a privately-funded studio and exhibition space.


The Wildwood Public House (formerly the site of the Red Lion) features craft beer, pizza and live music.


Powell River artist Ursula Medley's painting of her artist friend Lenora Sattmann.


The house Lenora built.

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Director to the Floor




It is almost three months since Kathleen Bartels stepped down as the director of the Vancouver Art Gallery -- and still no word of her replacement. Rumours circulate of a hiring committee made up of board members and externals, but no shortlist as of yet.

Did I also hear that the VAG was to announce its new director in September? I am hoping so, but that doesn't seem likely. Although interim director Daina Auguitis is more than capable of helming the VAG, the greater question concerns the proposed Herzog & de Meuron building at Larwill Park. Will the VAG continue with this site and its expensive design, or will it hire a new firm, with new contractors, and build on its current site (what many believe to be the best address in town)? Either way, this decision cannot be made by an interim director but by a new director, someone willing to commit a minimum of ten years to the establishment of the gallery and its collection as a site where the stories of Canadian west coast art can be seen, heard and argued over.

More than any visiting exhibition, it is the collection that is key to generating interest in a public gallery amongst those who share its city, its province and its country. Indeed, without the support of these publics -- Vancouverites, British Columbians, Canadians and First Nations -- the VAG would lack the public funds required to build what must remain a public gallery, a question that few have raised in light of the Chan family’s donation of 40 million dollars towards the Chan Centre for the Visual Arts -- the mall in which the VAG will be housed. Is the Chan Centre for the Visual Arts the “purpose-built, stand alone, iconic” building Kathleen Bartels pushed for since the VAG announced its move 10+ years ago? No. And if Bartels allegedly stepped down because her board decided that the Chan’s money was more important than the stand alone Vancouver Art Gallery building they had originally agreed upon (note that it was a board member who made the announcement of the Chan donation, not Bartels), then she had no choice but to step down.

Kathleen Bartels accomplished a lot in her 18 years at the VAG, some of which is detailed here. She is also responsible for a number of missteps, many of which relate to a top-down approach to leadership that put her in conflict not only with the gallery’s union membership but with its private donors. This top-down approach was most apparent in her inability to inspire and lead a grassroots campaign that would have local, regional and national publics joining in on the call for a new -- if not revitalized -- public gallery. A hallmark of our relational turn has it that the best way to make something is to allow those you are making it for feel a part of it.

A number of people I have talked to, both inside and outside of the arts, feel Bartels’s inability to connect with the greater public was based on her unwillingness to learn about where she was and who she was working with (and for). For Canadians, this is often the problem of the American director who comes from a funding structure based more on private patronage than on government money. Would a Canadian director behave any differently? Maybe. Would the VAG benefit from a Canadian director? That would depend on who, as there are a number of Canadian directors with varying degrees of experience (in fundraising, collections and gallery building) who are working internationally, either in Canada or abroad.

As a long time VAG member, I feel it is time for a director who has a knowledge and an interest in the city, province and country where the gallery is located. Bartel’s predecessor, Alf Bogusky, is a Canadian who had a feeling for the place and its people, but whose failings appeared to lie at the opposite end of the spectrum: he was weary of wealthy patrons and was uninterested in working internationally. Fortunately, today we have more options. Though he has not worked with a gallery board in over 30 years, the Belkin’s Scott Watson could be considered. Though he has not worked with a collection, the Polygon’s Reid Shier, like Watson, has participated in the building of a new gallery and has a knowledge of historic regional practices. Further afield, Art Gallery of Alberta director Catherine Crowston has worked with a board, a collection, overseen a major renovation and has raised a great deal of money; she too must be considered. As for Canadian directors working abroad, there is Séamus Kealy (Salzburger Kunstverein) and Juan Gaitán (Museo Tamayo). Though she has never directed an institution, Candace Hopkins has a range of transferable skills, in addition to the requisite temperament.

But there are still bigger, more intangible questions to sort out before a new director can be considered. The elephant in the room here is Michael Audain, whose commitment to the province is well-known. If the VAG is to raise the money needed to complete its publicly stated funding goal, then Audain will have a hand in the hire. Yet even if the VAG stays where it is and renovates (saving what some believe to be as much as a 100 million dollars), the matching conditions by which public monies are to be delivered will still require Audain’s donation, particularly since staying at the current site would mean the end of the Chan Centre for the Visual Arts (and maybe its donation?). This, I suspect, is what is holding things up, and why the VAG will not have its director anytime soon.

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Ten Years to This Day



"Around 2009 I was giving a guest lecture at a university — something about the rapidly changing art world in the digital age — and during the Q&A an art student asked about whether having an online presence was a risk to the integrity of the artist and the art. I don’t think of myself as particularly prophetic, but I answered that I believed that very soon artists, and all other people, would be considered suspicious or even punished for not having an online presence. Which of course, now, often feels true. If you’re not online, in the eyes of many you don’t exist."

The above is from "Notes on Disappearing", an August 11th Glasstire essay by Christina Rees. I include it because August 2009 was when I started this blog (ten years ago today, to be exact) and I wanted to mark the occasion, as well as acknowledge the prophecy.

I published a book in the fall of 2009. Before it came out my publicist asked me if I was "active on social media." I told her I was not, and she said I should have a social media presence (Facebook, Twitter), as it would help her do her job (which is to promote the book). I said, "Okay, I've always been interested in blogs. I'll start a blog." She looked at me like I'd said I was going to buy a car and returned with a used Ford Escort.

Not sure how much longer I will keep this blog. Fairly certain I won't be posting daily. All of which is to say please expect less of me in the days and weeks to come.

Monday, August 12, 2019

Heavenly Blue



I'm not sure when I planted the "Heavenly Blue" morning glory seeds. Fairly certain it was in May. But after eight feet of vine growth, nothing on the flower end.

I put the question to my neighbour, whose last job before gallery direction was landscaping. "Lots of leaves and no flowers means too much nitrogen."

I thought back to when I prepared its pot. I remember using potting soil, and that the soil was tucked into a shelf next to an old, almost empty bag of mushroom manure.

"That would do it," he said.

Yesterday a flower came out. A hole in the nitrogen firewall!

Sunday, August 11, 2019

License



Last night I had another of those market society nightmares. This time it was a search engine data collection agency asking those of us who have ever gone online to pay a fee to keep our logs (after our death) from those willing to pay almost as much to license them.

No biggy, right -- our data has already been purchased and put to use by those who stand to gain from it. But the difference here is that those looking to buy our logs (they refer to us through the primary resource extractive term "loggers") intend to make those logs available in the form of programming.

In all my time growing up I never once thought that, after my passing, I would "return" to life in the form of a posthumous (television) channel. And that if I didn't want that to happen, I would have to pay someone to keep it from happening!