A new painting about...guess what? |
Today you’ll find me in glamourous
Montreal…wearing rubber gloves and scouring a toilet as part of my artist
residency! But before you all rush out to sign up for this alluring experience,
perhaps I should explain how this happened.
I’ve been toying with the notion of doing
an artist residency for a while, checking out glamourous villas in Spain or
collaborative spaces in suburban Tokyo. But an artist friend warned me, “You’re
really at their mercy, you get a call and you have to come out right away…it’s
difficult to plan ahead.” While I’m sure that’s not true of all residencies, it
is a factor for me. I have an ailing mother, so I can’t go too far for too
long. Summers I like to spend at home in Vancouver, my kids are home from
school and the weather is pretty damn nice, especially this summer. Fall is a
busy time, as I get ready for the November Culture Crawl. And I have to admit,
I love my studio, it’s perfectly set up and I have yet to find a residency that
welcomes resin artists. “Bring your toxic
chemicals to our lovely shared studio!” And not working in resin would mean
a big change for me.
However, the idea of a residency kept nagging
at me. I decided that I would arrange my own short residency; combining an art
class with a city I loved. I chose Montreal, since my son already has an
apartment there. He shares with two other McGill students, and I had seen the
place when he moved in last September, it’s brand new and brilliantly located
near downtown. I found a short art class I could take, and I was all set:
museums visits, an apartment where I could paint as well, an interesting class
and free accommodations. I promised my son I’d “pay” for my stay by leaving a
big painting in the living room. What’s not to like?
If you could have predicted the problem
already, you’re a lot smarter than I am. Apparently three intelligent young
men, who can get admitted into a top university, are not smart enough to clean
out the fridge before they leave for the summer. I saw mystery meat at
university, but yesterday I got to see mystery vegetables…I have no idea what
they were. And I’m pretty sure the apartment has not been cleaned since I saw
it a year ago. So I’ve spent the first part of my residency getting the
apartment into a state of minimum human habitability. I’m painting as well, but
if my work is influenced by my surroundings, there’s going to be some sort of
Hoarders masterpiece ahead.
Luckily for me, the hockey bag doesn't reek. |
On the other hand, it is kind of satisfying
to fix up a place like some HGTV show. If all goes well, I’ll post some before
and after photos. And being all alone and in a new place is already inspiring
some new ideas. I’ve been sketching Montreal buildings and my painting on
canvas is very flat and smooth. And being able to make art at any time of the
day is quite exciting. Despite the housework, I think my private artist residency is
going to be great!
Sounds like a creative (no surprise) solution to the residency challenge. I'm looking forward to seeing the new work.
ReplyDeleteI also think the you have more then paid your rent and in fact the ledger is now clearly in your favour. The three hoarders need to chip in and show some appreciation.
Being a mom always involves guilt. I feel like I didn't teach him the zen of housekeeping when he was at home. If they keep it neat, that would be sweet.
DeleteI love your idea! Looking forward to see where your new surroundings lead you!
ReplyDeleteThanks Marianne! So far, I'm loving the difference between an urban setting where I can set out and walk to an art show in a few minutes, and the ability to paint, day or night.
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