Bio/StatementFilm ResumePress and Publication |
Bio/StatementFilm ResumePress and Publication |
Mississauga Bell box of the Trails of Mississauga with MAC. Located at Windwood Park
Interview - Mike Douglas, Rosemary Narcotto (Bell). |
Mike I can assume would talk about the Peel New paper front page I was on. We were also both on CBC now with Gill Deacon together as an interview for this. Ive also received some awards so he would maybe mention that. He's been supportive thru my concussions (and patient sometimes I have a hard time with words.. or I use to, So i required extra help)
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Large mural "do what makes your soul happy' I do not know the lady at Peel CAS, Renee but if you interviewed her you could get cool shots there or the impact of the mural or the meaning behind? She does not know me well enough to say anything about me. But this art work has been seen thru a lot of their socials post. So i know its very well received.
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in 2022 I wrote a Matchmaker grant with mac which was not accepted. It explored how Music affects (my) art. The link on the right show cases what Jazz, Classical, Pop, Native flute music looks like to me. This could be very interesting for the documentary especially if we pull in different music.
Impact. The first interview of the Mac Grant Link is with 'Amy Di Nino" who i have previously interviewed and collaborated with. She is also the president of Music Therapy association of Ontario. She is located in Cambridge but would most likely take an interview about Music + art speaking directly about me (since she knows me). |
Part of the first MAC Fusion art grant Combining Art music and poetry to showcase the 7 core human emotions. I created the art once i felt the emotion. Susan K wrote a poem and anthony Barr (flute musician) played a composition. We preformed this around Mississauga. and reached hundreds of people. We also show cased at the now Hazel Mccallion Library and Studio 89.
Interview - Mike Douglas, Stephan Dasko Councillor who was our guest speaker (who I was teaching for Agm and city of Mississauga and he was the introduction for my watercolour class) and he mentioned how impacted he was with that evening's performance. Interview with Susan K (writer Poet) who knows me very well and can explain me better in words then me...
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I wrote a poem while kayaking. I saw a tree fallen over, and within that tree grew new live. I saw this as a parallel to my dads passing. In that moment I cried and grieved. I felt I was with him. I wrote my first poem from beginning to end and was 'forced' by susan K to submit it into the Mississauga group writing contest.
The Poem is on the right. I have copy and pasted it below as I dont feel the spacing is proper with the dramatic pauses and paragraphing. The photo is taking on lake Chapleau. The bottom poem and photo is not mine
Father Tree, 1950 Swirling vivid colours, waltz Illuminated in soothing warmth Mesmerizing rumbling clouds Obstructed by whispering pines, Nestled away, rest inside care Comforting echoes of rustling branches Honoured the surrounding forest Arching, reaching, bending in Organized chaos Father tree, glorious and wise Bounded, shifting to the currents of time Limited, unaware, he cannot be moved Clouds bellow, engulfing the sunlight Trees bow, giving praise to his life As the radiance peaks past the clouds Embracing Father tree one last time At the end of his exhale Tensions, inabilities let go His limbs fragile and delicate Crash into an eternal slumber He is unrooted Changing the plains of the forest Breaking the stillness Breaking the silence Embedded in mother earth His branches, his truck, his leaves Submerged in the lake Returning to the soil, the water, the air The calmness of the lake, forever disturbed Splashing, crashing waves upon father tree Emotional ripples across the generations Droplets trickle across each branch Glistening in the sunset Winds uplift his spirit Floating amongst the clouds, the stars, the universe Traveling in a space where, He is unconfined to his bed Captured inside his body Awake and never sleeping Wishing to be heard, stories to be told Reserved in his own thoughts Now uncontrollable in an controlled environment New adventures await him Tears of comfort and joy, pride and belonging Waiting for the day we are reunited Embraced by the sunlight Dancing, walking, talking Gloriously being my father again Unconstrained by life’s shadows |