mother daughter coast

i’m curating a retrospective art show of my mum Shelley’s photography. She died less than two years ago and we never had a public memorial thingy. Grief is totally ongoing and organic; it’s like…how many innumerable (little and big) ways can we continue to honour the dead?!

Art shows are fun.
It’s been kind of like a timeless collaboration between her and i as i decide which images to enlarge and frame. Lots of trips down memory lane digging through all the photos to find the specific negatives to print from.

You are invited, the exhibition is next month Nov 5-29th at the GPAG gallery in lower Gibsons.

I also made a webpage of the show (plus extra bits) for those who won’t be on the Sunshine Coast during that time and for those farther away. http://www.motherdaughtercoast.ca Click a way.

Shelley Twohig never used photoshop; she didn’t alter her photos digitally in any way. These images are some from her “cello” series, where she would photograph from still life onto slide film; then by using two slide projectors, would layer the images onto the same surface and reshoot. This analog blending technique is pretty neat.

love to shell

air flows over everything

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spring time
everything crawling
up
& out
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as the wind doze blow
my sad in festering joyous self
through wires
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musicality draws life onwards endlessly
the way typing this out is a naturally budding thing
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Am I a plant? I wish I was a plant.
I think I am a plant.
reaching towards the sun?
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everything downpours eventually
sew this is all just water flowing
 
melting freezing melting pouring pooling
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evaporating
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this is air
makes a sound
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music reaches directly into the softcore of my being

dissecting every line
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speaks into the centre of my bleating heart
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why would i ever stop listening?
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being seen. being heard. being truly sound.
unsound
that’s the rub.
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glut of stories untold untelling

life is beautiful and in puddles

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wee fondle and finger the absent image
it still burns
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