Sunday Fun.

Chapel Arts in the Gastown was the area to be for the MiV klan where the likes of Rob, Ieda, and I made an appearance. I also brought along Frank for some cultural contemporary fun in striking installations, bold paintings, and vivid photography from local artists. One really interesting piece I found was a dismantled CD drive and two dismantled VCRs nailed to a particle board and hung on a wall. One of us wanted to plug the unit in to see if it did anything and as she tugged on the power cord, the whole unit fell off the wall and landed on the table just 2 feet under neath it with a bang. Concealing the accident quickly, we hung it back on it’s weak nails which were hardly nailed into the wall to begin with and also got it to plug into the outlet to see it turn on. The digital displays came on, harking back to those flashing 12:00 clock’s commonly found in the bygone VCR decades.

Moving on upwards to the second floor, I saw plastic moulding casings of what appeared to be toy machine guns hung on the wall which were backlit. This was tied to another piece of a similar style using plastic moulding of toy machine guns but in a series from top to bottom on a four sides like a revolving sunglass display. Then I picked up a card on the wall with the artist’s contact name on it: James Kemp. I scratched my head wondering where I’ve heard this name before and kept repeating his name over and over until I finally got it: we went through high school together!

I’m going to send him and email and re-establish contact.

We took a nice walk towards Canada Place and stumbled upon a food trade convention there. We passed ourselves off as trade representatives and enjoyed ourselves there by sampling foods, eating organics, and drinking new fruit juices, energy drinks, and nutritional shakes. Saved us from going out for dinner.