Tuesday nights, used to be free, now a mandatory $5.00 donation.

So I peruse the art exhibits, some more inspiring than others. The "Yoko Ono" bit I skim briefly, it has no interest to me whatsoever. 

But various other of the exhibitions do. I found Jan Wade's "Soul Power" intriguing - mixed media, an abundance of scrabble tiles, buttons, other found objects, a good lot of my own ideas, better realized, and I understand that I'm my own worse critic. I'm a fan of mixed media - and this is good - but I'm pretty sure I could come up with something as good...

Certainly I've accumulated all of the supplies, and now I'm kicking myself that they're all sitting unused in lockers scattered across Western Canada...

Emily Carr - meh, I like but I've seen her stuff at the Glenbow, in Toronto. And to see it here is fitting - but I've seen enough.

And the pottery of Edith Heath was good -- but - goddamn, someone turn over a couple of pieces so I can see her mark, look for this in thrift shops - I'm pretty sure I could turn a bit of it up...

Other randoms:

The above blue tie-died fabric swathes interested me - namely because I attended a workshop at Oxygen Gallery in Nelson a couple of years ago where I'm pretty sure we did something similar...

Anyways - what I got out of it all - is that the contemporary vision of "Art" no longer seems to compass talent or ability - nice to have, not required - a good many of the paintings I saw were more about the "idea", or conceptualization, and less about the realization of said idea...

Which - I have to say, suits me just fine. There's never been a better time for me to enter the Art World...

 

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I'm in line for a mediocre burger. Not a small line, a pretty big line, maybe 30 people.

This place - it's been "Opening Soon" in town for the past 4 months. Last year they had one of those food trucks, sold burgers, fries, poutine, and Stormy was all over it, telling me all about it, I had to go, best burgers ever, etc, etc. Then this year, they gave up the truck, they were popular enough I guess, and now they have a more permanent location. 

So finally, after months of false starts they're finally open, 6 hours a day, 4 days a week, and I'm waiting here in line with everybody else to see what all the fuss is about.

Meh. 30 minutes in line. I go all in on the burger - triple deluxe, maybe $8.00, and the large poutine, $12.00, and - sincerely - none of it's a big deal. Like mediocre. Expensive even, for what you're getting. A&W, Even McDonalds do it - or some version of it - better and cheaper. And while I'm happy to support a lousy independent over a lousier multinational - I see no reason for this to be lousy.

The lockdown has seen a dearth of garage sales, most "art" is making it's way to the thrift shops. And there was an abundance on the grand tour today: Gaia. I don't know. Trees with roots in water, an owl, girl holding bird, creepy woman spying from the trees. Planet earth in a bird's nest. This painting would definitely benefit from the overpainting of some starships or stormtroopers or something...

The one below, an eagle watching a native man kiss a tree adorned with something. I can't make it out. Eagle feathers drifting down on a sunbeam. Ribbons hanging on a clothesline, a little girl amongst sunflowers gesturing at elder kissing tree, one sunflower appears to be wrapped in a ribbon and looks to be becoming a fairy. This painting could definitely benefit from the addition of Darth Vader standing with a lightsaber awaiting to execute them all before stepping from the canvas and wreaking his righteous wrath upon the artist.

So, two fine examples of "Nelson Art" that really belong in a museum. In more prosperous times I would have bought them, improved them and donated them. Actually, upon second glance there is no improving them. They are plenty enough WTF as is...

 

And finished each of these. "The Apology Line" Podcast - OK, entertaining, although the narrator began to annoy me towards the end. And 5MEO - well, nothing so boring as watching other people waffle on about their trip, trying to describe what is by it's very nature personal and indescribable. So - overall - both of them get a "Meh...".