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It's been a few years since I came to deviant art.  In that time, I went from being focused on conceptual sculpture, public installation, and fiber arts, to graduating from school and being really broke, moving to Nunavut, and finally deciding being a broke ass artist is shit and I should just be a social worker.  Plus, I want to move somewhere closer to the land.  As a result of all these changes, my approach to art making is more in line with "art therapy" or emotional expression, though arts and advocacy and community art has a place in my heart.  I'm becoming more out of touch with the institution of fine art, even after moving back to On

Well hello there deviantart journal. Let's talk about art.  Let's talk about making art.  I went through a slump about a year long.  I never stopped experimenting, and I didn't stop producing, I just lost the motivation to finish things.  And I started some pretty major pieces and lost the motivation to finish them, then started other things that didn't count for much.  And I lost that thing that allows me to be totally enmeshed with my ideas. And I read something about a Zen monk who stared at a wal for ten years to show his dedication.  And I thought, fuck Maura, you gotta show your dedication to your work, and defeat these unhealthy conn

I take back what I said last entry, Toronto does have good art.  Nuit Blanche was awesome!  I went from 7 to 7, and didn't manage to see everything, and left overwhelmed and exhausted, and so happy.  The last thing I went to see was Rebecca Belmore's piece, it was a strong piece but I couldn't handle it in the wee hours in the morning.  I was so exhausted I almost cried, but not because of the piece, more because I was having trouble thinking so I felt like a boob. My highlights were: Roy and Silo's gay devorce Nicholas and Sheila Pye's video's at OCAD Hold That Thought Rebecca Belmore & Osvaldo Yero Confinement of the Intellect might h