Planet of the Arts Vol.3 No.7 May 1988 Baba I found a picture Worn ‘ s Lf Old YY And it was of her The one I touched ry BeN Hands cold as ice pres a sem In her final sleep Dreaming Peaceful Lilies fell From her vase Back onto the ground Recently I had to fly back to Toronto for my grandmother’s funeral. Now, As I tossed funerals are not high on my list of fun Dirt times, so | tried to alleviate my down feeling by attending an Art Film Night. Onto her bed The two exhibiting artists were ; friends of my brother’s, and I was told it And thought of would be an elite gathering (which makes any gathering beyond the Cin- Her picture eplex “elite”). I don’t know if this was a | looked out to where comment on the Toronto art scene, or the art scene in general, but | knew! was ke Hebe ie Wek n aiteecss Jerry Stochansky in trouble as soon as | walked into the trickling over the side ’ ; gallery-turned-theater: 1 was the only walk down to my hearth : one dressed in jeans and a shirt. [I later j learned that my desert boots were also a —————— —————— — — big mistake. Looking back over my shoulder wert. Convinced that | had walked into a pebbles held by hands down spe Sees Lina Wertmuller funeral, my depression only deepened. It seems the “in” art clothes are definitely still black. Leather is holding its own, but rubber and span- dex (all black) are really hot items. Sec- ond-hand old-man shoes (black) are de rigueur, while socks are optional (brown to add a hue). Eyebrows are always raised enough to make even Gloria Swanson jealous. Hair should always be kept teased and slightly dirty. The conversation before the film was equally interesting. Save-an-ob- scure-animal is, as always, a hot topic (while one wears fifty pounds of cow 3 10 7 4 Sl out to my hearth ary | t 2 4/5{ 6) 8|9 IT IZ S14 | 1516 I§ \19f20\21 \22) 23 25 27 128 129 30, : | can’t help held hands the hearth trickling pebbles scooped down the side walk My hearth held hands Scooping pebbles Down to where | walk neh ae as 7 1 tl 2] 3) 415 hide dyed black). Apartheid fuels anti- M.C. ? a Ammer American feelings and never, as a con- : : 20 | 21 |22 [23 |2plas| 26 versation, goes beyond that. “Anti” isa CEG We Oe favorite prefix ofthe art world, with a few Februsy| 2 “pseudos” thrown in. Competitive 14/05 |76 sports is out asa topic, unless uttered in uli |a jest == aod 23/29 — J : Sol thought to myself, “Weil Jerry, if you want to be part of the art world, do as Carla the Romans do.”. | went out and bought leather (black). It didn’t matter any more if the leather made me chafe: it would add to the tortured-artist mystique. | Out by the back yard we saw ino didn’t wash my hair for days and kept y iS 2 JOUSTESIUS. teasing it so it looked wild and artsy, and your breasts, and watering the plant lasked the funeral director if he’d sell me Bott ; a pair of old-man shoes (black). I even this is a home movie went so far as to buy a beat up and : ver tua scratched black Mercedes which would where the film grain is fire on your face give that pseudo mocking bourgeois look. sunburnt by the dusk Thusly attired, | went to an impor- you rode the bicycle tant opening. Instantly Leo Castelli from J New York approached me and told me I can see these words you write upon the page that my work would sell like crazy. | ’ Revolving Door. M ‘ ; pointed out that he hadn’t even seen my 7 aureen is always in the bathroom. work. Mr. Castelli informed me that this The revolving door turned was unimportant. | said | didn’t know if : : my photographs could stand on their Discharging people Kika Th suit is Gee hares cael Russian roulette Ika orne n. He looked at me sharply and testily : instructed me, “Never ever ever say Sometimes loaded “photographs”. Always say “pieces” or Click! “representations” or “work” or “docu- then empty mentation” or “installation”, or you will It was a chance = sone only ee raat baal tanding my groun replied that no the structure had to take matter how you looked at them, they were, in fact photographs. Mr. Castelli quickly grew impatient and flitted over to another potential artist, who was wear- ing a tailored Georgio Armani suit splat- tered with paint. I guess | still have a lot to learn. Frank Gaudet SMOUYeW epus[5 Jerry Stochansky 11 Hooked out to where the held hand scooped pebbles trickling over the side walk down to my hearth Looking back over my shoulder. pebbles held by hands down out to my hearth. Ican'thelp held hands the hearth trickling pebbles scooped down the side walk ‘My hearth held hands ‘Scooping pebbles Down to where | walk mc. Revolving Door. The revolving door turned Discharging people Russian roulette ‘Sometimes loaded Click! then empty Itwas a chance the structure had to take Frank Gaudet Pont ofthe Ars Vol.3. No.7 May 1988 Baba Tfou Worn Old And it was « da pictur her The one I toueh Hands cold a: In her fin d en, Dreamii Peaceful Lilies fell Fromh Back onto the ground of As T tossed Sa Dirt Onto her bed And thought of vase Her picture y Stochansky Carla Out by the back yard we saw you singing your breasts, and watering the plant this is a home movie where the film grain is fire on your face sunburnt by the dusk you rode the bicycle I can see these words you write upon the page Maureen is always in the bathroom Kika Thorne Recently had to fly back to Toronto for my grandmother's funeral. Now, funerals are not high on my list of fun times, so | tried to alleviate my down feeling by attending an Art Film Night. The two exhibiting artists wore fiends of my brother's, and Iwas told It gathering (which yy gathering beyond the Cin- lite”). I don't know if this was a comment on the Toronto art scene, or the art scene in general, but knew! was In trouble as soon as | walked into the Twas the only 9 ‘one dressed in j learned that my desert boots wer {Is holding ts own, but rubber and spat dex (all black) are really hot items, Seo- fond-hand old-man shoes (black) are de rigueur, while socks are optional brown to add'a hue). Eyebrows are always faised enough to make even Gor ‘Swanson jealous. Hair shouldalwaysbe kept teased and slightly dirty Tr inimal Is, as always, a hot topic (while one wears fifty pounds of cow hide dyed black). Apartheid fuels anti- ‘American feelings and never, Versation, goes beyond that ix of the artworld, wit thrown in. Competitive sportsis outasa topic, unless.uttered in Jest. ‘Solthought tomysolt, Well Jerry, if youwantto be partofthe art world,doas the Romans do.”. Iwent out and bought leather (black). Itdidn't matter any more If the leather made me chafe: it would add to the tortured-artist mystiqu didn’t wash my hair for teasing itso t looked wild 8 pair of old-man shoes (bI went so far as to buy a be scratched black Mercedes which would give that pseudo mocking bourgeois Took. ‘Thusly attired, 1 went to an impor- tantopening. instantly Leo Castellifrom New York approached me and told me that my work would sell like crazy. 1 pointed out that he hadn't even seen my work. Mr. Castelll informed me that this was unimportant. | said | didn’t know if ‘my photographs could stand on their ‘own. He looked at me sharply andtestily mentation” or “installation”, or you will be known only as a photographer.” Standing my ground I replied that. no matter how you looked at them, they ‘were, in fact photographs. Mr. Castell quickly grew impatientand flittedoverto another potential artist, who was wea ing a tailored Georgio Armani sult spi ith paint. I guess I stil have a lotto lea Jerry Stochansky J]