5th annual yogathon at Yonge Dundas Square
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But not a running, or even a jogging, track! No, yesterday’s walk was an oval-ish loop at walking pace from Dundas West station, up one side of the railway tracks and back down the other.
below: Just past the subway station I saw the mural on “The Friendly Trini’s” which is now closed. If the mural is telling the truth, they once served butter chicken, curried goat roti, jerk chicken with rice and peas, as well as drinks in coconuts and pineapples. Feeling hungry already, and I’ve only just begun my walk.
below: Also on Dundas West, the King’z Convenience and Dollar Store which sells Filipino products and delicacies is adjacent to the Slovenija meat & delicatessen. Multicultural. I regret not taking pictures of the window of the Slovenian store – juice and beer brands that were unfamiliar to me.
below: Detail, boy riding an old fashioned bike on a little hook above a door.
below: And someone has decorated their balcony.
below: Just before I reached the bridge over the railway tracks I saw these words on a wall.
below: The dream theme continues on the metal steps up to the bridge. This one was small and I almost missed it. I’m not sure if it was painted black to blend into the background, or if the painting was an attempt to “clean up” the graffiti when prying off the letters proved to be too difficult (the D is broken so maybe someone tried). Insert words about killing other people’s dreams here.
below: From the top of the steps looking south. The minimalist new Bloor GO and UP (Union Pearson) station is finished, top left of the photo. Don’t you think we should call it ‘Get UP and GO’? The street is Dundas West and yes, that mural is new.
below: Helping to hold up the bridge, west side of the tracks. He’s carrying the weight of the world, or maybe just the bridge, on his shoulders.
After crossing the bridge, I walked north along the West Toronto Railpath. The fencing along the path has all been upgraded. There used to be some spots where you could get through the fence (non-railway side) but those are gone. Between the tracks and the path there is a new clear (glass? plastic?) fence. Of course it has already been ‘vandalized’ or ‘tagged’ – choose your verb. Because I was there on a sunny afternoon, the sun was shining through the ‘artwork’ and making interesting designs. A few thistles and other weeds added some compositional elements.
There were quite a few hearts on my route, especially around the Dupont exit of the Railpath.
below: Many hearts on the fence.
below: A heart for Hex and Nish wherever, and whomever, they may be.
below: Three heart balloons on the Dupont sign. You can get a good view of the fence here.
below: Part of the West Toronto Railpath runs alongside Planet Storage, an large old brick building. There used to be a lot of street art along the side of the building but it’s all been painted over. A few tattle tale remnants remain.
below: My favorite, little details like the bright yellow giraffe looking at the clouds.
below: There is one mural on the Railpath, the back of Osler’s Fish Market is covered with a fish and fishing themed mural.
below: Fish heads in the weeds. Queen Anne’s lace, that plant with the white flowers, was growing in abundance along the path. You might know it by its other name, Wild Carrot.
below: A splash of red on a street just off the railpath.
below: The sign on the table says: “Hi! La Witch Cat here. Enjoy the space, but PLEASE do not litter. I provided a garbage can. Use it! This includes cigarette butts. Put in trash once extinguished. Thanks! XXO”. Marvellous! I sooo agree with the part about cigarette butts. Why do people who don’t litter still consider it okay to throw cigarette butts wherever they please? I smiled but I didn’t stop to rest.
below: At one point I found myself at this intersection. What is a pedestrian to do? It’s possible I walked where I shouldn’t have, or at least where foot traffic is rare. All the roads in the photo are Dundas West; it’s where the street splits as it approaches Dupont and Annette. There was a small park behind me, called Traffic Island park. The name sums it up I think.
below: A lament for the streetscape. One more line in an elegy to public spaces. The result of a half hearted attempt. Massive hydro poles on the narrow sidewalk. A large ad. A green space that needs attention. If you look carefully, you can see a plaque on a small stand.
below: This is the plaque. According to the words, this strip of land was replanted in 2001-2003 with a number of native species with the plan that they would spread and “create an oasis in the middle of the city”. It mentions three plants – Nannyberry tree, Staghorn sumac, and Bottlebrush grass. Disconnect alert.
below: On my way back to the subway station I spotted this 24 hour lovebot.
…. that was where I walked yesterday but before I leave, a few small details. Ciao!
There are seven or eight large photographs, portraits of older women, on University Avenue. They were actually part of the CONTACT Photography Festival and they have been on display outside the Royal Ontario Museum since early May. The photos are the ‘The Last Tattooed Women of Kalinga”, portraits by Jake Verzosa.
In the villages of the Cordillera mountains of northern Philippines the women have been tattooed with lace-like patterns for centuries. The tattoos are symbols of stature, beauty, wealth and fortitude and are traditionally applied during rituals. The tradition is dying out as standards of beauty change and as the old ways are replaced with more modern methods.
Each village once had their own tattooist, or mambabatok, but today only one remains. Born in 1918, Whang-od (or Fhang-od), is the last person to practice the centuries old technique called batok. The ink is made of charcoal and water and it is applied by tapping the skin with a thorn.
Once the men were also tattooed. The Kalinga tattoo has evolved from their ancient tradition as warriors and headhunters. Heads were taken from fights and battles as a trophy; each time a man brought home a head he would receive another tattoo as a reward. Tattoos were a mark of social status.
Indigenous groups throughout the Philippines practiced tattooing for centuries. When the Spanish arrived in the 1500’s they called the people ‘pintados’ or ‘painted people’ as it was not uncommon for people to have tattoos covering their whole body. While some tribes used tattoos to mark status, other tribes believed that tattoos possessed special spiritual or magical powers which gave the individuals strength and protection. The use of tattoos as protective symbols is an idea that occurs in many cultures.
In conjunction with the Kalinga portraits, the ROM is featuring an exhibit that examines the beliefs surrounding tattoos, and the role that they and other forms of body art play in different cultures over the years. “Tattoos: Ritual, Identity, Obsession, Art” is on view until September 5th. It is a global tour of tattoos past and present.
One of the cultures that is featured is the Chinese. For centuries, tattoos were forbidden, or at least taboo, in China. To be tattooed was to be discriminated against as they were associated with prisoners or vagrants. Recently that has begun to change.
below: Three large modern picture tattoos by Taiwanese tattoo artist Gao Bin featuring traditional Chinese images, Buddha, lion and dragon. Tattoos as a cultural expression. In some countries such as Sri Lanka and Thailand images of Buddha are considered sacred objects of worship. While it’s not illegal to have such a tattoo, wearing one could get you into trouble.
below: Here is another example of why people get the tattoos that they do. This is a picture of one photograph in a series by Isabel Munoz. Munoz spent three weeks inside several prisons in El Salvador and photographed mara gangs. Gang members wear offensive tattoos to assert their antisocial behaviour and express their loyalty to the gangs. Tattoos as statement; tattoos as a mark of membership and belonging. Tribal.
below: A silicone arm with a tattoo by Montreal artist Yann Black on display. This is one of 13 commissioned tattoos on silicone body parts – arms, legs and torsos both male and female that are part of the exhibit. Tattoos as artwork. Individuality.
The oldest known tattoos were found on Otzi the Iceman, a natural mummy who was found in the Otzal alps near the Austria – Italy border in 1991. His tattoos were 61 lines ranging in length between 7 and 40 mm. The lines were arranged in groups. Most of his tattoos were on his legs where there were 12 groups of lines. Otzi is estimated to have died between 3239 BC and 3105 BC.
Tattooed mummies have also been found in other places – Greenland, Alaska, Siberia, Mongolia, western China, Egypt, Sudan, the Philippines, and the Andes in South America. We will probably never know what significance the tattoos had. Theories abound of course and they often involve reasons like protection, spiritual, status, tribal, or just for decoration. Reasons that probably ring true today too. The methods have changed and some of the images have changed, but human nature remains just that, human nature.
Nuit Rose,
a festival of queer art and performance
On Saturday night events were held at a number of venues that were concentrated in two locations, along Queen St. West and in the Church-Wellesley village area. I hung out around two parks in the village, Norman Jewison Park which runs east of Yonge and Barbara Hall Park on Church street. In hindsight, I wish I had had more time, or had been more organized, to get to more of the events.
Red Pepper Spectacle Arts led a Light Parade that started at Norman Jewison park. A small contingent, most wearing or carrying a light-emitting object, walked through the park, along and then back down Church Street. From the – sparklers, glow sticks
to the more elaborate
below: and an eagle on stilts
below: Note to self: for night time parades take more photos at the start of the parade because once people start moving it’s more difficult to get them in focus!
below: Where else would you be able to sit on a unicorn and get your picture taken?
below: And after a unicorn pose, have your photo taken standing with a well-lit couple.
below: 360 degrees by Iain Downie, 360 stars, 60 in each of the six Pride colours in the garden.
below: Dance performance, ‘By Chance’ by Janessa Pudwell and Tanya Svazas Cronin.
We pass by hundreds of people on a daily basis who we may never see again. Sometimes we share a glance that lasts a bit longer. This piece is about the relationships that could be created if we acted on those glances. These are the fleeting chances, exchanged through our eyes that will never be fully realized. Instead these people may only appear once in our lives as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.”
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Frank Kovac Lane is a short alley just south of Christie subway station. Some of the garage doors were painted with murals in past years and, as usual, there were plenty of tags. Recently, the lane was the scene of a community mural painting session thanks to the 4th Toronto Rangers (Girl Guides), StreetARToronto, artist Nick Sweetman, and some local residents. Now some of the tags are gone and more importantly, some more garage doors are home to bright and cheerful murals. A few of them are included here.
below: At the north end of the lane is this large, colourful mural by Nick Sweetman.
Two large blue bears have found a plethora of honey. Will the bees share?
below: The new murals continue the animal theme, “Urban Wildlife”, starting with this fox.
below: A common Toronto animal, a raccoon, beside a red fire hydrant.
below: A blue jay eyes some blueberries.
below: Several monster faces have lived in this alley for a while and they still remain.
This one looks like he needs a hair cut.
below: This graffiti is actually on Harbord Street but I couldn’t resist taking a picture of it
– a camera and an “oh snap”
‘Cutlines’, an exhibit of old photographs from the Globe & Mail,
part of the CONTACT Photography Festival
below: A small sample of the 175 vintage black and white photos from the vast collection held by the Globe and Mail newspaper on display.
below: The exhibit is being held at the Press Hall on Wellington Street (near Spadina). This old building is slated for demolition in the near future as the Globe and Mail is in the midst of moving to a new home. Prints were in cabinets in the center of the room while other images were projected high on the walls.
The Globe & Mail has amassed a collection of about 750,000 photographs. As they transition from print to digital images, they are ‘cleaning house’ with respect to their photo archives. About 100,000 of the prints are going to be digitized and a portion of those donated to the new Canadian Photography Institute at the National Gallery of Canada in Ottawa.
below: Some of the pictures were covered with red, with what is known as a rubylith mask. When the images were printed, the portions covered in red remained as they were while the rest of the picture could be changed to suit the needs of the story of the day.
below: The woman with the two trophies, bottom left, is Marilyn Bell who swam across Lake Ontario. I know that the man beside her is from a story about a cowboy championship of some sort in Calgary and my apologies for not remembering more of the details.
On view at 425 Wellington St. West until 26 June 2016
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This blog post is about a flock of birdos, meaning that I found a lot of alley garages decorated with paintings by street artist birdo. Or maybe ‘a menagerie of birdos’ would be a more accurate description as most of the pictures were of different animals such as elephant, cat, dog, coyote, and mouse along with a number of different birds.
These photographs were are all taken in alleys behind the south part of Dovercourt Road (between Queen and Sudbury streets). The majority of the paintings that I saw were result of birdo’s work but there were examples of and I have included them in this post too.
below: Two birdo birds with eggs, with a slice of mushroom and pepperoni pizza by Shalak.
below: Howling at the moon, with a cactus and a scorpion too.
below: Blue dog, pink lava lamp
below: A rooted turtle and cool owl with sparkly shades
below: “Just a robot that doesn’t like technology”
Refugees in a State Apartment, Jens Ullrich,
Photo exhibit, on a fence outside the Italian Consulate, Dundas West at Beverley.
Part of Scotiabank CONTACT Photography Festival
Ullrich has taken found black and white photographs of the interior of a large home near Bremen Germany. The photos were taken in the late 1920’s. Each photograph is of a different room in the villa and to each picture Ullrich has added one person. If you knew nothing about the series, you wouldn’t know that the subjects were refugees.
In each photomontage, singular individuals are depicted—usually with their faces hidden from the camera—within empty yet elaborately fashioned spaces that emphasize their solitude and unstable status. “
One of the concepts behind this series of images was the desire to
respectfully capture the disparate emotions of these individuals and their precarious situations.”
‘Current Studies’ and ‘Paper Planes’
Two different series of photographs by Sjoerd Knibbeler
Allan Lambert Galleria, Brookfield Place
At ground level there are six large freestanding ‘walls” arranged in line, three at each end of the atrium. Each ‘wall’ is covered by two images, one on either side. They are photographs that are the result of Knibbeler’s experiments to “ shape, encompass, and capture air currents.” This is the ‘Current Studies’ part of the installation.

Suspended from the ceiling are a set of photographs of paper airplanes, the ‘Paper Planes’ part of the installation. Knibbeler photographed paper airplanes that he made using information that he found online. He chose military planes that were never produced.
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