Posted by Cian Cruise on September 25th, 2015
My laptop’s charging in the AC stand and my cell phone’s daisy chained to the USB port, both hungry for power after a week of labour. A BBQ pork steamed bao works its way down my gullet. People mill about the airport, wandering from gate to gate, towing children or luggage or time. I just said goodbye to Guadalupe and Luciana, who’re heading back to Van city for the Live Biennale. The other artists have already left, their homes spread across the wide expanse of this nation. My flight’s in an hour or so. All of a sudden the festival’s over, I can feel it in my bones.
Posted by Cian Cruise on September 17th, 2015
Beige. It’s the colour of colonial explorers, caucasian skin, and the ubiquitous box mall infrastructure of contemporary consumer culture. It is dull and lifeless, conformity writ large. Before anything else, Julie Laurin dons beige. Dressed head to toe in business casual beige (shoes, stockings, skirt, blouse, and jacket) she tugs her shopping cart down the steps of Latitude 53 and it begins.
Julie’s destination: The West Edmonton Mall. It’s about sixty blocks away. (more…)