Slogans for the 21st century #2. (Douglas Coupland at the VAG)

Slogans 2Digging beneath Coupland’s quirky, tongue-in-cheek humour…what do you think he is saying between the lines?

Please see my first post in this series for full explanation of all posts. Also see my first ‘Slogans…’ post for details on this section.

Credits: thank you to Douglas Coupland and the Vancouver Art Gallery for images and wall descriptions.

All photos by clinock

Slogans for the 21st century. (Douglas Coupland at the VAG).

Slogans 1One room of the Douglas Coupland exhibition at the Vancouver Art Gallery is covered with his “Slogans for the 21st century.” Two walls are partially shown above to give you an idea of the general appearance. Six or seven such walls offer a smorgasbord of food for thought, almost too much for the brain to digest, a cerebral overload echoing the WWW in microcosm.  Here is the gallery write-up:

Slogans 2

I was transfixed by this room, overwhelmed and hypnotized by the colours and text beyond context, but also wanting to explore the meaning of each and every aphorism presented. Some of these I absorbed immediately with gut felt understanding; others I needed time to explore. I will be sharing some of my individual favorites in this and future posts, alone, and also along with other text based works by Douglas Coupland. I will be very interested in your responses to these slogans (including those in my first photo above) as many refer to the ambiance in which we find ourselves as on-line bloggers. Here is the first:

DSC08254Is this true for you? Do you think this is generally true for many of us who blog on a regular basis? What did you do before you blogged? What would you do if, for some reason, you were unable to blog any more? Are we slowly but surely exchanging our physical, face to face, interpersonal relationships for electronic ghost friendships?

What do you think?

Please see my first post in this series for explanation.

Credits: thank you to Douglas Coupland and the Vancouver Art Gallery for images and wall descriptions.

All photos by clinock

More ‘Talking Sticks’ (Douglas Coupland at the VAG)

In this post I present the remaining photographs of Douglas Coupland’s Words Into Objects, Talking Sticks. Please see my previous post for full explanation.

Talking Sticks description

(click on images to enlarge)

Talking Sticks 4

Talking Sticks 3Talking Sticks 5Can you read the vertical text messages contained in these ‘Talking Sticks’? If not, see the wall listing below for clarification and media. My photos follow the same order. Previous post photos ended with “Firm Handshake”. In this post first photo begins with “Let’s Make A Deal”. Second photo begins with “We’ll Pass”. Third contains the two remaining.

words into objects list

My next post will share more of Douglas Coupland’s text based works from this exhibition.

Credits: thank you to Douglas Coupland and the Vancouver Art Gallery for images and wall descriptions.

All photos by clinock

Gum Head and Talking Sticks (Douglas Coupland at the VAG)

Gum HeadGum Head text(click to read).

The major summer exhibition at the Vancouver Art Gallery (Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada) is ‘Douglas Coupland: everywhere is anywhere is anything is everything.’

hi-coupland-cp-04202432Douglas Coupland. OC OBC (born December 30, 1961) is a Canadian novelist and artist who presently lives and works in Vancouver. You may know him as the author of such novels as Generation X, 1991; Microserfs, 1995 and JPod, 2006. He has published thirteen novels, two collections of short stories, seven non-fiction books, and a number of dramatic works and screenplays for film and television. A specific feature of Coupland’s novels is their synthesis of postmodern religion, Web 2 technology, human sexuality and pop culture. You may however, not know him as a visual artist although his early training in art and design has resulted in internationally recognized work.

Much (but certainly not all) of Coupland’s art in this exhibition is text based which explains my new series of posts, beginning with this one, that will explore his text based works.

Here is the introductory write-up to the exhibition: (click to read).

Douglas Coupland

Today’s post is an introduction to Douglas Coupland followed by my photographs of the first set of text based artworks I will be sharing: Words Into Objects. Talking Sticks.

DSC08372(click to read).

words into objects 1click on images to enlarge.

words into objects 2Can you read the vertical text messages contained in these ‘Talking Sticks’? If not, see the wall listing below for clarification and media. My photos will follow the same order. More ‘Talking Sticks‘ to follow, next post.

words into objects list

 

Credits: thank you to the following for images and information.

Vancouver Art Gallery / wecreatebc.com / Wikipedia

All photos by clinock

 

Pencil noir #3

clinock:

You may have met Jana through my BLOG TOUR post and her response. Jana is an explorer of who we are and why, in poetry, art and brilliant writing. I loved her textual self-portrait and couldn’t resist sharing it here. Visit Jana’s blog, ‘Poetry of Light’ and enjoy her other amazing work.

Originally posted on Poetry of Light:

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a slow infestation

of oblique aural patternings

insinuating

edgy consonants

and limbic vowel howls

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pencil drawing and poem : j.h.white

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Baptismos.

entering

Whispers answered

from behind the veil.

Invitations to dance

accepted.

Absorbed in blue

succulent wetness,

entering

deep rooms of warm release.

 

Dissolved in wonder,

confirmed by touch,

embraced with namelessness,

diving into light,

drowning

in the confluence,

moisture and flesh,

sliding into rebirth.

 

Painting and Poem by clinock.

Another Full Moon.

full_moon_dreamsFull moon rising,

your red dress ripped,

my arms and legs torn

by brambles,

cyphers of blood

writing our story.

 

Deep orange

flooding through veins.

Volcanic passage

erupting

across forests

in which we lay down.

 

Lunatics,

our bodies gone,

lost to the full moon,

unable to breath,

struggling

to hold on to us.

 

Deep power

pouring from night.

The stars are singing

through our reaching flesh

as we touch

the trembling sky.

 

We are lost

with the lost moths,

battering their wings

against the burning

illusion

of eternal light.

 

 Moon image courtesy of Google Images. / Poem by clinock.