Mat Dubé has poked his nose into a lot of creative expressions. Some have come easily, and have been fun; others have been a slog that drains one’s spirit. He battles two dilemmas: that he tends to be very good at any art he tries; and that indecision keeps him bouncing from one to another. “I know the rules of how to make money (from art). I just don’t know if I want to (follow them),” is his conclusion, so far.
Read the full story »For some, fashion is a dirty word, evoking self-important couturiers, spinning wears that cost more than our cars. There are those who regard Vogue with the same distain as Hustler. I once hurled an InStyle magazine into the trash when a guy I liked happened to walk by, lest he think I was a clothes whore. With age comes self-acceptance.
After four years at a school for writers, actors, musicians, visual artists and dancers, I like to think that I know a thing or two about the creation of art. I have seen, firsthand, optimism and frustration, ideas discarded and re-adopted and the brilliance of unexpected inspiration. I’ve experienced them too. But as I step up to the door of H’Art of Ottawa, I’m convinced I do not know art quite the way it exists here.
In good times – those perceived as prosperous, secure, tolerant and flexible – artistic creation is expected, and embraced. In bad times, it isn’t expected. But this is when it’s most needed by cultures to help spread a little joy around. Relational Art tells us we share something with the person standing next to us.
Right out of high school, Peggy White started writing songs and spent the next 12 years on the road with country-music bands. Throughout the 1990s, she was a successful travel agent in Ottawa while raising two sons. Recently she’s taught herself Web design to generate income. Throughout, she’s never stopped writing songs and playing the guitar. Then why, at 50, is she still having trouble accepting that a career in music is possible?
Wayne Current has dipped into Ottawa theatre for years, profiling and reviewing much of what he sees in his blog Many Faces of Wayne. He says he’s amazed at how good Ottawa theatre is, and has decided to jump off the high diving board in mid-June when he produces Prisoner’s Dilemma, written by Sterling Lynch, for the Fringe Festival
Ten minutes spent circling rain-soaked pavement, counting the peepholes of the Queensway’s rusted barrier, and I still couldn’t face the entrance again. Nothing about Fisher Park Public School, an unassuming elementary school in the heart of West Ottawa, could be construed as threatening, yet those thin lockers of its inner halls had given me a fright, calling to mind near-identical closet-spaces I’d once leaned against in high school, scribbling verses with my head down, shoulders rounded.
It started with a guinea pig at age eight, and ever since, Christine Klippenstein has been finding her muse in the strangest of places. By 13 she was winning prizes for her prose and poetry, and recently was awarded Bywords top spot for high-school poets with A Cup of Tea. As always, her muse – Stephanie Bolster’s Two Bowls of Milk – is discovery, this time Bolster’s technique of negation.
Modern belly dance is predominantly cabaret style, the vision of a beauty in chiffon and sequins, swirling and shimmying to rhythms of the doumbek and tinkling of zills. From the development of American Tribal Style [ATS] of Fat Chance Belly Dance to the explosion of diverse veil work and expanding prop integration, and the re-examination of its spiritual side and empowerment of women, belly dance is in constant flux.
Too many of us involved in the arts believe there’s some kind of irresolvable tension between successful art and successful marketing. Because this misunderstanding harms artists the most, I want to dispel the notion that successful marketing and successful art are somehow intrinsically opposed. To do so, I will make the case that marketers and artists employ a variety of means to achieve the very same end. On my view, all of us hope to create community.
For someone who at age 35 played in backyard mud with Marxists and by 40 had three pieces of art in the National Gallery of Canada’s permanent collection, Russell Yuristy‘s lifelong experimentation with media is just part of the pedigree. He’s worked with pencil, paint, clay and metal, and in recent years has moved into woodcut printing. With most, he went as far as his idea of artistic balance would allow. “I’m always gambling. In art, everything is up for grabs.” But he never strayed far from the themes of his youth.
Ingo Hessel’s sense of aesthetics started young and erupted when he made a connection with Inuit art while working with Statistics Canada. But it was in Japan that he was able to tie together his basket of intellectual and artistic threads. He’s still juggling several jobs and is working hard to find time to get back to his own sculpture studio.