My photos were long overdue and so I was lucky enough to get the very talented Josee Brouillard onboard.
Here are five of the unedited shots from that shoot.
COMPS – Art/Happening
This Saturday, March 26th @ Espace Cercle Carré
36 Rue Queen, MTL
My next art event will be COMPS, On March 26th, 2016 @ 19.00h – Espace Cercle Carré in Montreal’s old Port – 36 rue Queen, Mtl.
COMPS is an Art Happening put together by Montreal Artists as a way to emerge from the dead of winter. From Modern art to graffiti and design and set in an amazing Old Port cooperative space, Expace Cercle Carré, COMPS will offer you, for one night only, a glimpse into the depth of talent these artists can deliver.
COMPS est une soirée d’art mise sur pieds par un groupe d’artistes Montéalais pour sortir de la torpeur hivernale. Réunissant art moderne au grafitti et au design dans un espace coopératif absolument magnifique du vieux-port de Montréal, l’Espace Cercle Carré, COMPS vous offre, pour un soir seulement, un simple souffle du talent immense que ces artistes ont à offrir.
I’ve just completed two major projects, apparently the only two for 2015 (I’ll blame this lackluster productivity on my newborn baby and my job doubling my workload while decreasing my wage by 4.8%!!!!)
THAT SAID.. Mar’s “AFTER THE SUN” is shipped out to a few labels (hopefully) and my first full length script POLY will receive the same fate later today.
As for my next novel.. the secret is still valid… you’ll know who releases it early in 2016 for a Summer release of that same year.
ALSO, we’ve set up (with a few friends) an upcoming gallery expo in Montreal’s notorious old port (that’s right!!!) (more détails after the XMAS break)
I’m going out for coffee because this basement is getting to me.
Up next : KILO (a graphic novel) – TRUE NORTH (crime novel) and CRASS (trash/poetry)
Crass, A Poem of Ordinary Havok
How truly painful it is to turn thirty,
And still wishing you were dead.
Once the age of discovery is gone
Once college is done with
Once you’ve outgrown punk
And you stop fighting;
Doing what you’re told.
It is horrible,
It is crass Inching its way in the back of your mind:
It is the blank stare of a life less lived.
And I fear it is catching up to me.
Once you reflect upon yourself
Once you reflect upon your life
You didn’t go to war,
Or didn’t work for peace.
You didn’t look for art
Or a reason
Or a way
Not really anyways.
Wondering if your really tried
Wondering if you gave it all.
If you didn’t do it by now,
You might never will.
It is true.
And I am sorry,
That for every one of us that fights against destiny,
I’ve seen a thousand give up at the slightest sight of effort.
For every Jake Bannon
Every Ian Mackaye
Or Margaret Kilgallen
A million of us…
Running in circles
No moment sacred
None worth living.
The numbers are stacked up.
Relentlessly moving forward
As Herds are gathered,
Ever closer together
Until we choke upon ourselves
And I am no fool.
I am well aware
That I am included in this.
Inching myself down the road
On my hands and knees
Forever trying to find a way
Before it all collapses…
“We are not pretty and we’re not rich,”
So it is true,
We are either grasping at straws
And the despair of hope
Or waiting to die with nothing to do
And we get to live to a hundred now,
How fucked we are.
A quick snapshot of my tribute to Haruki Murakami still drying on the wall…
Title : Fuka-Eri
Oil on Canvas
2 x 24×24
Ian Truman – 2015
I turned a painting into a work table for the job using a bunch of old legs, tampered glass shelves we had laying around and some silicone. I bought the canvas that fit with the glasses we had and used the wooden frame as support for the legs. The glue smeared on the edges, so that’s a technique I’ll have to improve, but as a prototype, I’m pretty happy about it,