The exhibition runs January 4th to February 20th, with an opening reception on January 17th (7-9pm). The other artists in the show are:
The exhibition runs January 4th to February 20th, with an opening reception on January 17th (7-9pm). The other artists in the show are:
These are photos from the recent exhibition I was part of at InterAccess in Toronto. Photos are care of InterAccess (TO); photographer: Natalie Logan, 2016.
This weekend, I am participating in an art market in Uptown Waterloo, run by the City of Waterloo. The plan was to use it as the launch of my new website, AffordableHouses.ca. Unfortunately, I had something unplanned happen this week that has caused me not to have enough time and energy to do this properly- I had my last two wisdom teeth removed, as they were bothering me. All is well now, but I have to compromise a bit with my plans for the new website.
So, for now, affordable houses.ca directs to this site, JenniferAkkermans.com. When I feel I am recovered, I will put the energy into fulfilling the original plan- to make AffordableHouses.ca a place where you can get *ahem* affordable houses! Affordable Houses that you can take home and hang in your apartment. (Hee hee.)
Anyway, see you at the art market tomorrow!
I’ve finally gotten around to editing some of the documentation images of work I made and documented during my time at the Gushul last month. Here are some images of some of the journal panels I did. More images in my portfolio.
I have more work that I finished at the Gushul, more photos to come.
I’ve been keeping written and visual journals since Mrs. Henley set us the assignment in her grade two class in 1992. I don’t know if she realized the impact this would have on my life. I was eight.
My journals have been my constant companion in my life, confidant through it all. I could chart out my life by them, an archive of my triumphs, hopes and dreams, and lessons learned.
My journal process involves a lot of collage, collecting of images, text, random bits, song lyrics, and personal memories. I don’t plan the images out before they happen. Working on multiple panels or pages at a time, I choose things impulsively, instinctively, without thinking too much about it. I choose whatever resonates with me at the time for whatever reason, sometimes coordinating by color or theme. Often things that seem completely random gather themselves together to form a color scheme or theme that I might not have come up with on my own. I paint, collage, stamp with my hand carved linoleum stamps, write and doodle all over them, suspending conscious thought, in an attempt to allow something of my subconscious to shine through. In a sense, this is my own personal kind of meditation, a compulsion that allows me to relax and process things in my own way.
The work in this series is an attempt to share my journals and the process with a wider audience. They are at once public and personal, although hopefully not too cryptic. This particular set acts as a series of pep talks to myself, things I’d like to remember to do, to live my life to the fullest and not worry too much. I hope that others might find something useful in them as well.
See more here.
Every day I was there, I took a photo of the studio from the little window in the extra bedroom at the Gushul Studio. It functions as an interesting diary of my time there. I did miss a few days at the beginning, and a couple days when I wasn’t there.
I’ve been working on some other things in the last few days, sculpture with some electronics. Part of my plan for this residency is to finish up some work I’d just started, and to make more. I’ve finished up a couple of things, and hope to get the documentation photos I took today edited and up soon. This is a work in progress shot, although the work depicted is finished now, and working as it should be! I feel like I accomplished something tangible today! 🙂
(Did I mention the light in here is amazing? I wish I could always use this space for documentation.)
I’ve been working on a few things, such as making these journal “paintings,” all of which are in varying stages of completion. I have realized that I am a documenter by nature, always keeping journals, photographing things, describing processes. This residency is no different. Every morning, when I get up, I grab the camera off of the dresser in the other bedroom, and take a photo of the studio down through the window. Maybe when I’m finished, I will make a little gif movie. I did miss a few days in the beginning, before the project occurred to me.
You may notice that the March 7th and March 8th photos are really similar – I went to Red Deer on the 7th for my opening, and then returned on the 8th (and photographed when I returned), so there was not much work happening in between.
Now, back to work.
So I’m here! Have been for a few days now, actually. It’s pretty great. Nice and quiet, I’ve just been doing my thing. Such a contrast from Puppet Camp, the polar opposite, actually, but really lovely in another way. I’m also surprised how much different this is than when I was here with Latifa– it’s a calm energy, as opposed to a slightly nervous dealing-with-another-(lovely)-person-I-just-met vibe. The fact that it’s winter probably affects that too- so far, it’s been really cold, really snowy, really melty (as in, mini avalanches scaring the crap out of me as they slide off the roof/window), and really nice for about ten minutes.
After calling AMA to get my car started because of the cold on Saturday (what would I do without them?), I drove out to the Pass, unpacked most of the car, and got set up in the studio. Since then, I’ve just been doing my thing, listening to music and making things. The only time I’ve really left the studio was to get some basic groceries. There are lots of things to do here (especially in the summer), and I really love the area, but it’s been cold, and since I’ve been here many times before, I don’t feel compelled to go exploring. I’m happy just to get to work.
I’ve been getting up quite early – 7:30ish – to work, as I discovered on day one that the light is much different in March than it is in September, when I was here last. During the day, the studio is absolutely wonderful with all the natural light. When the sun goes down, however, it seems all the light from other sources gets sucked right out that giant window into the night. You can probably see the studio from space, but I can’t choose colours after 7:00.
It is, however, setting me on a decent working schedule. I’m feeling productive.
Anyway. I am quite enjoying being by myself here, just doing my thing. I have always been more than comfortable being on my own, and as long as I don’t see any signs of depression showing up (which I doubt I will), all is good. I do have a couple of trips home planned – well, to Red Deer for commitments to my show at the Harris-Warke Gallery, but as Calgary is on the way, I will stop in to sleep – but I am more than happy to just hang out here. A good friend of mine is coming to visit for the last weekend of the month, and while I am really looking forward to that, her arrival will mean my time here is coming to a close. I am open to other visitors – should you happen to be in the area, just knock!
Also, if anyone is interested, my opening at Harris-Warke is this Friday, 6-8 PM. Address is 4924 Ross Street, Red Deer, and the gallery is on the top floor of the Sunworks store.
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– Photo of the Raven Girls’ “Epilogue” – Photo by Meghan Krauss. –
So I’ve been home a few days now, coming down from one of the most amazing experiences of my life. There’s only been a handful of times in my life I’ve felt like that – I felt like I did graduating from ACAD. Or at my opening at the AGC. Exhilarated, but then, the come-down. It felt like we’d been together for so much longer than two weeks, getting to know each other, working together, having a hell of an adventure, hitting the wall and climbing over, and now, I feel a little lonely, missing all my new friends.
I don’t have a new placement at work yet, but it’s just as well- my achilles heel is acting up again. I’ve been trying to take it easy and let it rest, but I feel like I’ve got a lot of work to do in the studio yet too. Instead of hobbling around too much, I’ve been tying up loose ends for projects ending and coming up, and working on some details of things, but I’ve got some ideas and really want to jump into making some more complicated things. I do need to take it easy, though, and be as ready as I can for when I’m needed back.
Not only did I learn a lot about the collaborative process, but I’ve learned a lot in the last few weeks about individual creative processes, by talking to people and by watching people work. Sara Tilley has a particularly interesting writing process, at least for the book she is currently working on. She uses masks to channel the essence of her characters, to catch their personalities and writing styles. (See the Calgary Herald article about it.) I went to her artist talk the other night, and it was mesmerizing. Another artist’s intense concentration, dedication and sense of play astounded me. I remember an interesting conversation about the definitions of “work” and “play” and how they can overlap, even in the same project. There were a few artists who have been doing these things professionally for some time, and a few pretty new at it. I was continually astonished by all the talent around me, and while it did make me doubt myself for a few minutes, I remembered that what I do is interesting and is valuable, and is different, and that we all feel that way sometimes. I decided that instead of feeling even the slightest bit intimidated, I would jump right in and learn as much as I could, anywhere I could.
The other particularly valuable thing for me is the start I made on getting my brain to be quiet. Normally, my brain is constantly nattering away, talking, talking, talking. It’s probably 90% of the reason I have troubles sleeping, because my brain just won’t shut up. Slowly, through the morning yoga/warm up and Suzuki exercises, I was able to get my brain to be quieter, focusing on letting my body think/exist on it’s own. I had varying degrees of success at this, of course, but I see some incredible value in it, and want to continue to work on this, as it is so powerful. I think this was also why Suzuki was also my favourite part of the day (which is funny, I would have thought it would be Open Studio)- I was open to trying something completely new, which I had very little exposure to, and it really allowed me to connect to both myself and my group members through our bodies and chi energy. That work (and all the singing) might also explain why we all felt so close by the end of the program.
I’m having a bit of a tough time letting this wonderful experience go, but it’s really time to take what I can from it and move forward. Time to get back to work, remember the highlights, let go and move forward. Easier said than done.
– Dress Rehearsal – Statues Excercise, with masks – That’s me on the far right. –
Things got a little crazy in the last few days of the Puppet Intensive- finishing everything up, running spacing and dress rehearsals, cleaning up, and the wind up party. I don’t have very many photos from this part of the experience- I was too busy participating. 🙂
For the final day, we started with our usual yoga-style warm up and massages, but no Suzuki. Breaking for lunch early, we went into the theatre to do our spacing rehearsal. The spacing rehearsal is to decide what needs to go where before the show, and who will help with setting up what, so that the show runs as smoothly as possible. There was some time where we were waiting for Pete to finish what he needed to take care of with the tech people, and everyone decided to take a nap. (Funny, I remember a similar picture from Katimavik, six or seven of us sleeping in the Katima-van.)
After the spacing rehearsal, we took a bit of a break, to get into our black clothes, and get something to eat. We re-set everything to where it should be, and ran the dress rehearsal, complete with all of the lighting and sound cues, black out and brown outs (to change the scene).
After a few Suzuki exercise demonstrations, our projects were up. My group, the Raven Girls, went first, with our short show about a baby who realizes it is actually a raven and flies away from it’s mother to join it’s raven people. A few more wonderful plays later (where we all had specific responsibilities to help with scene changes), we did our Epilogue, a short 3 second scene of the ravens eating the human mother. Then, one final show, Adeline, a funny little girl with a wonderful sense of adventure. To end the show, we did one of our favourite (self-indulgent) exercises- our Braveheart killing scene.
– Nose man puppet in progress. –
After all of the excitement of the show, we still had some work to do- cleaning our stuff out of the theatre and cleaning up the mess of open studio. I had picked most of my tools and materials up the day before, which was really smart. I traded a few of the puppet faces I had made with some of the other artists, so now I have a few faces to play with on my own. We cleaned and vaccuumed the studio, and then did all of our wind up activities, including our final games tournaments (Four Square, Rock Paper Scissors, and Pass the Woody), and gave a couple things the group had made to Pete and Juanita – “Ester’s Squirrel” and a little “Juaneedlefelted” heart.
We drank, and we danced traditional Newfoundland dances, as well as a few others, played some crazy games, more four square and a few we made up, and as the group got smaller and smaller, we said goodbye. Tougher and tougher to say goodbye. The next morning, getting up by myself, packing, and going to find some breakfast before driving home, I could almost hear the whispers of a puppet camp song…. “Sin jen jen jen…. ungame tanda zo….”
It’s hard to believe it was only two weeks, it felt like 3 months in some ways and two days in others, and I made some wonderful new friends. Whether they knew it or not, they pushed me in ways I would never have been able to push myself, and I think I won’t fully understand the impact of this experience until much farther down the line. We hit the wall, and climbed right up on over, and what a journey it was!
I will always remember the wave Caleb gave me as I was pulling out of the parking lot- a puppet camp theme turned joke, a long dramatic, reaching wave, which lasted (I’m sure) until I was long out of sight.
Goodbye for now, puppet friends! Happy journeys, and all the best!