I’ve just put up a few photos on my website of an exhibition I recently co-designed with Darren Carcary of Resolve Design.
The Colour of My Dreams: The Surrealist Revolution in Art opened at the Vancouver Art Gallery on May 28, 2011. It is a massive show with around 350 works ranging from photography to sculpture.
I’ll write a bit more on the design process a bit later, but for now, here is a link to a few images on bechance.
Our bee balm grew itself a hat.
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This is my own personal myth (though not a literal illustration) – it’s, in part, a reference to my birth, my relationship with my family, to half remembered things from early childhood that have been built upon over the years as those memories invariably are. Childhood memories are mythic by their very nature. The snippets of what our adult selves would consider an insignificant event live huge and special and terrible and wonderful in that child-aged part in our minds. It’s partly also about the significance of bees, to myself, to summer memories marked by bee-stings earned by bare-feet on clover choked lawns, and to significance (and current crisis) of bees in the general world-sense. And finally, it is about the way time moves during summer–the accordion folding of one summer into another as one ages, tinged more and more with the the reluctant acceptance that, while long summer days seem to say otherwise, things end.
Kirsti Wakelin 