a dream october 15th – october 16th

last night i dreamt i woke up and the first thing i saw was the cover of the newspaper/magazine. the image was of a man’s chest ripped open with two bloody gashes. i realized he had been killed and it was being celebrated, and i became incredibly sad as i realized i knew this man intimately, that he was someone i had been working with who struggled with the law/criminalization – but i knew was in fact a really good person. i was very, very sad as i began to realize – now two people i had worked with were dead, kami and now him….
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Working with animation, video, painting, drawing, installation and intervention, my interdisciplinary practice examines the complex position of culture within neoliberal capitalism and critiques modes of social control, while exploring the potential for art to function as a site of resistance. I am specifically interested in how modes of violence are perpetuated collectively through popular narratives, concepts of justice and denial of accountability. Frequently engaging with communities and collectives, my practice eschews individual authorship in favour of collaboration. This has included an ongoing commitment to working with women and youth who are in conflict with the law, through the creation of art projects in prisons as well as at numerous centres that support marginalized people. In 2008, I completed an MFA through the Public Art and New Artistic Strategies program at the Bauhaus University (Weimar, Germany). My work has been shown nationally and internationally in festivals, screenings, artist run centres and museums. I am currently employed as an Assistant Professor of Studio Arts at Concordia University. http://jessicamaccormackrmack.tumblr.com/
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One Response to a dream october 15th – october 16th

  1. Blue says:

    Amazingly I have had rather similar dreams. The deep sadness taught me compassion as Jesus said before he died ” they know not what they do”. We are unconcious at times. Unable to SEE ourselves in another’s shoes. Believing that if we just get rid of THE PROBLEM we will feel better. If that were true the world would already be a Perfect Place

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