Art In The Open. The Night.

After what can only be described as a terrible summer, and with the threat of a hurricane bearing down on us, the weather gods smiled, and gave us the best day of summer. It was warm and sunny all day, and as night came it was a perfect evening to be out and enjoying art. We went down to Victoria Park and the sight was breathtaking. A field of bonfires, a tree of television monitors, projections, sound installations, a bunch of great sculpture, And a giant birds nest. What more can you ask for?

Art In The Open In Which a Parade of Crows Descends.

One of the highlights of Art In The Open was the parade of crows. Which was a beautiful moment when the Charlottetown crows returned to Victoria Park.

Art In The Open.

Jane and I were participants in Art In The Open, and though we were very busy at our project, I slipped away to see some of the other artists work. Here are a few random images from the goings on in Charlottetown yesterday.

Poetry from The Rumour Mill

Rumour Mill.

Rumour Mill.

What kind of poem does a human-powered machine for generating poetry create? This kind, apparently. Sixty-seven groups played 67 games of “Telephone” at our Rumour Mill art installation between 4 and midnight, and they transformed 67 sentences or images from PEI tourism advertising into this…

Poetry from The Rumour Mill
Created during Art in the Open
Rochford Square, Charlottetown, August 27, 2011

La comb le léah ma corde
When the sun goes down it tastes like vanilla and I like it
Museum in potato and rock ship
The southern peaches are cool in water, the northern ones have rocky stones
If the kids say to be by the beach, then it is really that simple
Far off the beaches of Nova Scotia where the serene beaches lay
Experience the blender, it’s all I remembers
Red sapphire cliffs Kelly’s Cross something I don’t know
When doves down, a carton of strawberries
A few days with a family of purple suns and a beach
The tourism board of Prince Edward Island states that visitors who don’t smoke pot are gloomy
A rascally heap of sand & scum & swamp that only produces potatoes!
Many summers burned and moved on
The Island offers beans to too many others, and beyond
Two Islanders grow old gradually in Canada
Snow shoes and sleigh rides but I have no clue past that
You don’t know what peace is until heavenly and forests
Treat yourself to a dance in a completely refurbished pig farm
Lively ceilidhs, beaches, and lighthouses
This is the brand where peach planes land
Mi’kmaq culture and zany Acadian creatures
Two lovely people biking down Confederation Trail
Eat a ham while juggling a rooster
The madness of mirth, the journey of the fantastical
Forever explore the ostrich filled beach on this donut
Old lady shopping for old man clothes
Walk a banana off the boardwalk
Remember your many experiences
Fire on trains
It’s the Island parliament of magic history
Anyone is his own unique world!
You’re not so scared after all
Here at the small province
Sour mayonnaise, money watches, pow wows
I have never seen a community more civilly incorrect
The beach is a great place for crass kids to do grass ‘cause that’s what the hot girl told me
Red beds are soft and covered in water
Walking past the Island craftshop…
It is a tourist ridden like in US or Canada
It’s good not to be connected to the mainland. It’s good to have our own lane.
Blurred lupines in the plowed red field
Preserving the Island and stories
Charlottetown is the flames of the Charlottetown harbor
The earth is so fast I can’t hear anything but a cricket
The unpredictable monkeys are heroes
Outdoor soup kitchen for PEI’s homeless
Un sentier, quais, enfants
Green farm
The light guides
Yummy in the tummy
Taking pictures
Un endroit sectaculaire en dunes
There is something about the island that makes it feel home
The Island is an angry bird
There is a family of four, a mother, a father, and two children. They all walk up the big sky and watcht he tourists
Upon the ocean you found your home
Every road leads the way to sunset along the church
A guy is coughing!
Green spaces enrich all our lives
You can hear magical sounds from magicians
Sand in my shoe memory
Mama teat
Number 4 stories
You ride bikers by the green house
Past the potato fields filled with potatoes
On shuttles oysters are shucked by gourmet oyster chefs
At the head of the confederacy at the top of the stands you will see a vista
Lorsque vous ressentez le besoin de tremper les pieds a l’eau, il y aura plusieurs plages qui vous accueillerons