A visitor travels through the streets of a Northern Ontario town, on a fantastic quest to live out his personal legend. The documentation of his passage, as a photographic re-enactment of his adventure, is presented like an illustrated tall tale.
Un visiteur loufoque laisse des traces dans les rues de la ville créant ainsi un contraste entre le sensationnel et le quotidien. La documentation de ses traces, le récit de son aventure et une interprétation photographique de son passage sont rassemblés et présentés tel un conte fantastique.
Cette oeuvre a été créée au printemps 2009, grâce au soutien du centre d'artistes la Galerie du Nouvel-Ontario.
I completed this work in the Spring of 2009, thanks to the support of the artist-run centre Galerie du Nouvel-Ontario in Sudbury Ontario.
Also crucial was the financial support from the
The Ontario Arts Council is an agency of the Government of Ontario
Le Conseil des arts de l'Ontario est un organisme du gouvernement de l'Ontario
The following is a 13-piece excerpt from the project. The integral series is composed of a total of 41 prints, that is, 8 chapters of 5 images each, plus 1.
Voici un extrait de l'oeuvre. La série intégrale contient 41 images assemblées en 8 chapitres.
Arrived in the City of Nickel.
Near the railway station were these stains in the earth, disposed in a grid.
She taught me the “secret password”.
I heard her agitation and she was in a brightness above, by blocking my way, begging for me for a little of silver or cigarettes or something.
Two men followed me – one in a costume and the other tremendous resistance fighter in a jacket of motorcycle and the big boots.
It has just begun to rain when I pointed out the guy of motorcycle in the distance, by aiming directly for me.
I tried to escape, but it caught Rabbit, who clawed and clawed.
I had just short-circuited a corner when a woman banged in me by overturning all wine and dropping her parlor game.
As our eyes met, I had the impression that a jolt of electricity crossed me and I could not look away.
I exhausted myself the door with Mik the following behind me, by shouting for me to wait for her. I could not wait.
Therefore I made, by the grass, by rocks.
She was so sad when I left.
I set off of iron tracks of the city as the sun put.
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