Chatelaine Style

I haven't posted on here since the first time, and unfortunately, have been too busy between the worker-owned cooperative cafe I work in, volunteering, meetings and meetings and meetings, and doing advertising commissions to be coming up with much in the way of orignal artwork, even if my studio were in order.

With the fall finally here, and the colours outside changing, I've decided it's time to follow suit by working towards repainting and relighting my studio (which doubles, I have to admit, as my bedroom), which is the same fucking deep dark shade of eggplant as it was when I moved in which I've found to be an incredibly depressing, tiring, and just generally bad colour for me to be living/working in. In the process of this, I'm going to be ACTUALLY fucking organizing my space, so I can use it effectively and productively at my own pace, and not just scramble to find supplies when a short-time-frame commission comes up, but also to revisit a few old projects that I've had packed away and finally fucking finish them.

One of which, is the cut-up poetry minizine, "Chatelaine Style". Taking found words/phrases from a couple of issues of Chatelaine magazine collected from castoffs from hair salons and housewive's garbage cans, I started this project back in Calgary at the Zinetree's old location inside of the Goodlife Community Bike Shop before I left two springs ago and have been picking up snippets of it ever since and reconstructing them into queer Senryu-inspired poems. Read into this what you will for the time being. I'll come up with the right words for the explination of the project once it's done.

Here's a bit of a teaser from the first set I did, which, amoung others, will be included in the upcoming zine that I'll have out by the end of this month.

It reads:

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