Archive for the ‘Memories’ Category
“But what can a poor boy do except to sing for a rock and roll band” The Rolling Stones
Or maybe just follow your imagination with a camera if music is not your talent. So this is my take on Blade Runner. Or should I say my ultra low budget take in an abandoned (now demolished) factory in Lachine with no cast, no crew, but with a strong, eerie, and sexy feeling that Darryl Hannah might pop out from behind a rusted machine that no one alive remembers what it was used for. Abandoned factories let your mind soar.
There was a lot of water leaking from the roof, like rain, and that area I stood in made me feel like I could have been in this scene.
Life, so totally crazy, so full of horror and pain, yet so totally worth hanging on to with everything you’ve got, every drop of blood alive as much as anything else before or after. There isn’t that much that separates us from everything in the universe beyond Time, and a few random particles here and there.
Do You See The Android? Neither Do I
This image, along with some of my other works, is on display at Cafe Victoria on Wellington street until the end of April.
I would also like to dedicate this post to the memory of Jay Simmons.
There was always something interesting at Turcot, especially if you hadn’t been there in a little bit. There probably still is a lot of groundhogs in this area and I have some doubt that they appreciated this image of the giant jack rabbit which I recalled from an episode of the Beverly Hillbillies that I saw as a kid. Seems the Clampetts thought that an escaped kangaroo on the loose was a “giant jack rabbit” and Granny was anxious to make some stew (and the Clampetts were all extraordinarily gifted sharpshooters until it actually came down to killing something). And that’s how the mind associates things, and the infinite interconnections of urban anthropology, forever building up countless more associations through art, media, memory, and much, much more.