The Perfect Time For Honesty
52 Edmonton Street
Winnipeg, MB
June 15 – July 17, 2019
52 Edmonton Street
Winnipeg, MB
June 15 – July 17, 2019
Wasp
2019
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20 x 16 in
2019
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20 x 16 in
Tulips
2019
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20 x 16 in
2019
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20 x 16 in
Bus Pants
2019
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36 x 24 in
2019
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36 x 24 in
Face Mask
2019
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16 x 12 in
2019
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16 x 12 in
Jonathan's Flowers
2019
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20 x 16 in
2019
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20 x 16 in
Coffee
2019
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16 x 12 in
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16 x 12 in
Hole
2019
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Heart
2019
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16 x 12 in
Mom's Fingers and Sister's Toes
2019
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16 x 12 in
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16 x 12 in
Face Tattoo
2019
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20 x 16 in
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20 x 16 in
Curtain
2019
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36 x 24 in
2019
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36 x 24 in
Bumpers
2019
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20 x 16 in
2019
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20 x 16 in
Plastic Pushed Between the Cracks
2019 archival inkjet print 20 x 16 in
2019 archival inkjet print 20 x 16 in
Angel
2019
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36 x 24 in
2019
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36 x 24 in
Skulls and Flames
2019
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36 x 24 in
2019
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36 x 24 in
Me and B are sitting on the dock
There is that part where the parts join and it sinks under the brown water when you walk on it, and the spiders come swimming up
I don’t think we were touching, but my foot was hanging off and dipping into the warm water
It was morning, the perfect time for honesty, no it was nighttime, it was blue and purple
My foot was in the water and a loon swam by, it pulled the surface by a thread
Back then we would talk a lot, we filled hours with our voices, we had to stay up to fit it all in, we used to sit on the floor of the closet and record ourselves on cassette. With the lids of pop bottles we would sip Pepsi and Coke and offer our comparisons
Ok, so we weren’t touching but my foot was in the water and the loon was sort of connected to my foot and it ripped up the surface like some cut out and just pulled it away and it was just a hole and you didn’t clutch my foot but I wanted that kind of protection. Like a fish mouth fingered. I’m a Pisces and you knew all about my weaknesses. But for you I was productive. I put to work the words and I barely edited, I just went on and on and on and on and it was the perfect time for honesty
Say it back to me
Let’s stay outside a bit longer, the bats are flying around the night air is moving in strokes and we can stare at the sides of each other’s eyes. You close your eyes with your mouth, and you are standing in the dark turned slightly away. You have a lot inside you and you have to close your mouth
Stories are told and you fall in love with the best storyteller
There’s nobody here but family and I’m hooked by you, but I go for a walk just to see the other people. The ones that go to the store to rent movies, movies that are at least a year old, mostly Harrison Ford, mostly The Fugitive. That scene where he cuts his hair in the bathroom, or did he dye it, whose clothes did he put on. I walk through the path with the blueberries and weeds. Makeshift yards marked with rocks. Bumpers stacked up from years of bad collisions. The kind that really took strategy, that some kid would drive into full maniac
-Kristiane Church
There is that part where the parts join and it sinks under the brown water when you walk on it, and the spiders come swimming up
I don’t think we were touching, but my foot was hanging off and dipping into the warm water
It was morning, the perfect time for honesty, no it was nighttime, it was blue and purple
My foot was in the water and a loon swam by, it pulled the surface by a thread
Back then we would talk a lot, we filled hours with our voices, we had to stay up to fit it all in, we used to sit on the floor of the closet and record ourselves on cassette. With the lids of pop bottles we would sip Pepsi and Coke and offer our comparisons
Ok, so we weren’t touching but my foot was in the water and the loon was sort of connected to my foot and it ripped up the surface like some cut out and just pulled it away and it was just a hole and you didn’t clutch my foot but I wanted that kind of protection. Like a fish mouth fingered. I’m a Pisces and you knew all about my weaknesses. But for you I was productive. I put to work the words and I barely edited, I just went on and on and on and on and it was the perfect time for honesty
Say it back to me
Let’s stay outside a bit longer, the bats are flying around the night air is moving in strokes and we can stare at the sides of each other’s eyes. You close your eyes with your mouth, and you are standing in the dark turned slightly away. You have a lot inside you and you have to close your mouth
Stories are told and you fall in love with the best storyteller
There’s nobody here but family and I’m hooked by you, but I go for a walk just to see the other people. The ones that go to the store to rent movies, movies that are at least a year old, mostly Harrison Ford, mostly The Fugitive. That scene where he cuts his hair in the bathroom, or did he dye it, whose clothes did he put on. I walk through the path with the blueberries and weeds. Makeshift yards marked with rocks. Bumpers stacked up from years of bad collisions. The kind that really took strategy, that some kid would drive into full maniac
-Kristiane Church