NUDE: Object vs. Subject

Photo: D. Gillespie

Photo: D. Gillespie

Join me at The Museum this weekend for my talk on the female nude and its place in the public spaces of art, advertising, and porn. The talk is part of the Naked Dialogues in conjunction with ‘Getting Naked,’ a new exhibit of previously unseen Canadian nudes. More info at THEMUSEUM and on Facebook.

Eli Langer & Jennifer Murphy: Caravansary of Joy @ Clint Roenisch Gallery

Caravansary of Joy by artists Eli Langer & Jennifer Murphy opened last night at the Clint Roenisch Gallery. With the Spring equinox in full swing alongside a solar eclipse and a waxing supermoon on the rise the vibe was ripe for an incredible night. And that it was. Just take a peek at all the beautiful people filling the space in the photos above. I always remember why I love Toronto at Clint’s openings. Even local recording artist superstar Majid Jordan came out to play! xo

New Providence Travelogue Part One: The Scott Mansion

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YOLO

DEEP SOCK’N/TASTE IT

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The FUTURE is NOW

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REALITY iS WHAT U MAKE

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Suck Something Sweet / Who Run dis world / Girls Bitches

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BEAUTY IN THIS BEASt…..

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Biggie

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Jungle ASS or get Blast

Nassau Mansion-15 Nassau Mansion-14 Nassau Mansion-13 Nassau Mansion-12 Nassau Mansion-11 Nassau Mansion-3 Nassau Mansion-8  There was an island wide black out on New Providence Island over the past two days and nights that led to the kind of human celebrating and real talk that can only be had when we are forced to survive without our cell phones or tablets, our coffee-makers, our stove tops, our lights, our refrigerators, our AC etc. With the BBQ fired up and many candles lit uninterrupted quality time was had by all. Of course the rum shack across the street runs on a generator all the time and, boy, was he doing a great business. In the eerie vibe we took an afternoon drive around the perimeter of the island and stumbled upon a glorious mansion that had all its windows shot out and was grown over like the Secret Garden. Of course I had to explore further. Crossing my fingers that it wasn’t a working drug den and a dude with a machine gun wouldn’t pop out of the shadows and start unloading rounds I gingerly stepped over the floor of broken glass in my flip flops and marvelled at the tattered wealth. It is old hat for artists to join elements of the sacred and the profane as a sure way to create something beautiful and this dilapidated mansion, an example of rotting wealth, was a prime example of such beauty. I hope you enjoy the exploration as much as I did. xo