E q u i l u x
Mise-en-scène, Second Beach, invited by Instant Coffee Field House Projects for so called BC Culture Days, Vancouver See Numero comique, the series on Pandora's Night Club Press)
Festival of festivals. Kiosk festival. Festival à la dérive. Camping tents. Empty tents ready to fly in the wind. Kite tents. Face painting? Children pedagogy in plein air? Beach enigma. Is this the end of the festival, or are they just seeing up? Did we miss another fake radicalism? Revolution Leisure. Gust of wind revolution. Itinerances. Occupation-by-the sea. Sunday refugees. Protest on the beach. Family Sunday stroll. BC cultural Days. Tent City. Flag. Unceded territories. Straw-fire treaties. Derelict déjà-vu. Historical painting. Conic-Iconi. Witnesses. Where is the artist? She fell asleep in the teepee.
(...) A déjà-vu about a déjà-vu. A vague east-van tent city inside a westside leisure vapidity. I told Instant Coffee that I was going to have beach forts, made of blankets, all over the beach, but as the project progressed, I thought it was too cute, too preppy, to gentle, not bizarre enough for art, and too much expected on a BC Cultural Days...beach-fort workshop-happy-family-friends-of-the-family-Too normal. I always neeed something to disturb the statu quo of everything, the stucco, the ptetrification of ideas, or revolution? At first I just wanted one tent, in canvas, with vaguely bedouin characters inside, wearing turbans and blankets, making food. The tent was looking towards the water, of course (...) or Sunset and I became obssessed with making fun of the site with very white sunday strollers looking for meaning on Equinox. I was also very ill prepared, danced-all-night at Index or Skylight, another wild night, we had to be there to meet Tony's son, Anthony, who was coming to build the teepee. I had met his father, Tony Salomon, a Prairie Prince, he looked like Charles Ingals, he was Anishnabe. We met at Wagon Rouge on the sunrise strip, it was his idea. I told him the truth, nothing but the truth and he accepted to give me a good deal and convince his son, who had enough of the tee pee business for a moment but (...)
A festival of canopies, derelict face-painting workshop-a Teepee start-up-Moon Dance? The end and the beginning of la fête. Revolution as a memory of something that could happen. The tent, ourney, resistance, nomadic, conic-iconic, Revotion objectified revolution as an eternal dress rehearsal (...) bout the petrification of everything
Excerpt from A VENDRE, the novel