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Artist in Residence, Day 1

Let’s begin with a walk. I packed a bag full of books, blank notebooks and art supplies and walked to The Rooms, which isn’t far from home. One of the front desk people smiled and said to the other, Oh, this is our new artist in residence.

Studio desk

Mireille met me in the Elbow Room studio. The floor is a constellation of paint streaks and splotches, and Mireille knows who left each one. I’ll have to be sure to leave some lines on the floor as well. For now I swept up a little, dragged tables around, went through the cupboards. The previous artist’s sculptures are still here, so I have roommates for a few days: three tall columns of concrete, foam and silicone. The studio has a constant hiss from the ceiling ventilation that asks to be drowned out, so I put on some music, louder than I usually would. The room is isolated and soundproof, and it feels as if it is my responsibility to make noise.

When I dropped by last month to see the space, my first impression was that the view from the studio windows was boring. Today I see it differently. The wide vista is mostly taken up by an adjacent blocky office building, and otherwise looks out over a cross-section of parking lots. The scene is enlivened a bit by busy slivers of Harvey Road and the harbour. Today I notice new details: a walking trail follows the fence below, and a row of trees stretches up to the windows, the tip of each branch daubed in green. The monolithic office building has a wooden deck on the roof, and I can see a few people smoking up there. A few of the Rooms employees take breaks beside the loading dock just below, which seems pretty busy this morning, delivery trucks coming and going. The studio is shaded and when I photograph the view my camera reflects brightly in the window.

Studio window

Let’s start by writing. I should write a proper introduction.

I will be the artist in residence at The Rooms in St. John’s, Newfoundland, for the next three months. My art practice usually involves walking, writing and making photographs, which I assemble into books or other interactive works. My plan this summer is to work on a digital projection exploring the changing landscape of Newfoundland, especially the impact of the oil industry. How do vagaries of global geography and economics affect the local cultural and architectural landscape? How does the history of a place change how we see it?

Those questions are from the project proposal I wrote in January, and I can feel things shifting already. My inquiries will begin with a few practical things I want to try. I’ve been working with Processing to make interactive digital projections, and I want to try using a Kinect to detect motion and depth. I’ve been writing lately about walking in St. John’s, especially the North Head Trail, and these walks will dovetail with my research here. I want to fill notebooks with fresh air and ink, I want to write code en plein air. I want to grow moss on a rock and greenscreen it into an island. I want to make computer-generated houses fall from the sky. I want to find old blueprints and draw on them with watercolour. I want to meet people, to dig through books and brains and turn my questions into new questions.

Auspicious beginnings: I needed electrical tape and I went for a walk yesterday and found a roll of electrical tape on the sidewalk. I was going to ask Mireille for one of the catalogues from a recent exhibition, and when I opened the studio cupboard, there was a copy on the shelf.

I make a list of things to find on future walks: moss, blueprints, a blender, a USB hub, a lazy susan.

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