These are dry times. Summer slips away faster than you can catch it – a dime down the drain. The sky hangs damp and icy today. Across the globe, powerful little men toy with the world’s future like it’s a game of chicken. Hurricanes have ravaged large parts of our earth. Families will suffer the effects for years to come. Terrorists won’t let London sleep.
This planet can get so ugly. So broken. So disordered. So many of our mirrors are shattered.
There is order in beauty. A divine order, I believe, but whatever your theology you can feel it. The affirmation of disparate parts falling into place.
Jennifer Berkenbosch’s Cultivar matters because the world needs beauty today. We need to be reminded that there is goodness. There is a solid bed beneath this wild river.
A couple of weeks back I had the opportunity to sit down with Alysha Creighton and talk about her current installation, WAITING ROOM. It's rare that I share something that has barely been edited, but I wanted to get this out there before we all shut down for the holidays. Expect a more polished version in the new year, but for now, enjoy this conversation in all of its glory!
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This room feels darker than the other ones. More silent and spacious and private. I have wrappedthe wire of a paper Monarch butterfly around the smooth tubes of the bedframe at the back of her bed. A tower of origami pagodas that my youngest son has folded to pass the time, sits at a slight angle upon the corner table. To the right of the bed is a big window with a tree filled urban view. On the window ledge are two watercolour wooded landscapes. If she had her choice, I know my mother would have left this world from a deeper wilderness.
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