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Puppet Workshop Documented Process: “Incarnation of the Imagination” 1.  (Find a Place) A. Black chair in right wall aisle to sit alone facing other possibilities allowing a more open feeling.   R . Under a table, trapped, wondering about Icarus, the power of the sun ... the artist.  2.  (Paper & Thread) A.   Ocean . The paper was an ocean and following my intuition created a figure with many thoughts but one longer thread gave the feeling of a single thought and one long thread on the head created the perspective of looking far to horizon.  I placed the figue on the vast ocean. R.  Boxcar Bob . Being a hobo in a train wandering the world listening to songs just like Bob Dylan. 3. (Add a paper cup) A. Tore the paper as waves transformed into many thoughts and as the figure entered the cup I wanted a window to follow thoughts but to make a window took so much work. Finally I had a hole a place for thoughts to enter. R It’s a sky train to ring the bell of freedom so rai

  It takes time ... leaving turtle island, treaty six territory and homeland of the métis, saskatoon, the temple takes time ... the routine, the paths, the responsibilities, construct a muscular network ...  ... stopover ... at Vancouver airport are class display cases ... I look forward to what they’ll bring ... this one fascinated ... i documented all the writing and took a picture ... TOWUSTASIN STOCKER HAIDA 2017 YVR Art Foundation Youth Art Scholarship Recipient Scholarship Donor: Kasian Architecture Interior Design and Planning Ltd. Aboriginal Metaphysical film and film stills Courtesy of the Artist tao.stocker@gmail.com Aboriginal Metaphysical consists of contemplations in 3 sequences  which manifest as Lo- Fi indigenous retro—futurism, a way of  expressing modern day thoughts & feelings on  intergenerational  trauma and coming to a place of solace by using technology, old or  new  in creative ways which allow our heart to become ful

... these days i struggle  ... increasing absence of mind, slowness of recall and inability to remember names... ... visit my grandson who turned seven months old yesterday ... every time we meet his penetrating gaze gives me the impression he needs time to recognize me ... the same day i visit my ninety-three-year-old mother whose conversation circles around in a state of confusion repeating events over & over ... am not sure what she thinks ... can call me by name but i have the impression she needs time to reorganize who we are ... ... in conversations, i stutter ... often because as i start to speak there is so much complexity to what i am about to say i have to stop ... i begin to articulate some point & at the same moment realize another point could also be made & another context is required & i stutter to a stop ... when ... feels like ... copy & paste ... " the penumbra of the eventual personal extinction beginning to extend itself over my being &q

... this morning a bag of shoes were left at the door ... first, a butcher knife now shoes ... both unsettling ... are they connected? ... at least the bag was easier to handle ... place it next to the trash ... things will proceed as usual ... the bag will disappear ... more precisely the two pairs of used runners will move to a new place ... that's the way around here - place anything of any value outside in the front or back or side & within a day it disappears ... except ... ... the purse a few months ago ... that had to be dealt with ... a wallet inside with credit cards, health card, drivers licence, pictures ... no money ... even an iPhone, energy bills, correspondence, make-up, pens, pills, candy ... the purse looked more like a travel bag ... couldn't locate a phone number ... phone was dead ... ... drove to the address ... you see i once found a wallet on the street and went to the police to drop it off ... four months later received a thank you note from

... i missed my chance ... i had something to say ... sitting before me were ten performers and playwright ... the show had ended ten minutes ago and they had returned for a talk back session ... i didn’t really have a question or maybe i had a thousand questions ... but i did want to share something ... i wanted to tell them how i felt ... i didn’t ... ... what i might have said was their collective epic work about Métis history, struggle, identity, reclamation, exile and recognition  Gabriel Dumont’s Wild West Show  was a wonderful theatrical spectacle, carefully crafted and an exceptionally acted Wild West show ... i wanted to thank them and honour all their courage and vision ... i also wanted to tell them i was trembling ... ... trembling ... well because ... well that night i would have put it in words like i was full of tension ... one of the actors ... think it was cast member Gabriel Gosselin who played Louis Riel used the word "authentic"...  i would have adde

Asian Centre UBC ... sitting in a room for ten hours listening to a series of lectures in a language i don't understand nor speak & unable to communicate with half of the participants is a powerful experience ... AeRan delievered a two day seminar at the Asian Centre @ UBC ...  an absoulutely beautiful setting ... i knew her material well being the topic of her Phd. thesis which has occupied the past six years & ... i have followed her many conference presentations ...  in fact, we were returning to the site of one of her first presentations ... ... it was a truly remarkable performance ... the electricity of her presence as she delievered was at times overwhelming ... the scope and range were both vast and distinctly detailed ... the conversation elicited was "wild" (the term she used) ... the eager attention whether youthful scholars in the midst of their training or those seasoned academics from visiting scholars to professors and experts from various d