Nov 8
The Keys to Endurance
I present to you the first thing scanned with my awesome new scanner. I made it a long time ago, when I was in school, back in the days when we walked uphill both ways in the snow. The text was generated with a random sentence generator thingy and the visuals consist of old school cut and paste as well as drawings that were worked on well into the morning. I stayed up ‘till 8am to finish it so I could bring it to Advanced Prose. My prof totally loved me for it and subtly chided all my classmates for not producing equally awesome and unrequired work. That was the best class ever. Originally we had some prof that everyone loved except me. I hated him because he was fruity and affected. But then he got sick and was replaced with Robert someone or other, whom everybody hated except me. I loved him because he was down to earth and disliked all the pretentious goth girls as much as I did. (Don’t get me wrong, I love goth kids but kill me if I ever have to read another story about a girl who keeps a knife hanging above her bed because she’s so edgy like that). On to the Keys to Endurance.
Nov 1
Caro Art
When we were kids, my brother Kebes, my BFF Caro and I would make books. They were pretty rocking. Usually they had a holiday theme and featured stories about either us or our cabbage patch kids. If I’m being honest, the words “books” and “stories” are generous in this context. They were just drawings with a few random word bubbles and maybe if you were lucky a semblance of a plot that might in some small sense be coherant to a child. Ahh, good times, good times. Recently we got together and looked over these books and damn, they were outstanding. So hilarious. We were three little artistic geniuses I tell you.
Well now we’re all grown up and I still make comic books. Kebes became a scientist, which is no surprise, his drawings often had random technological elements that were completely irrelevant to the story at hand. (ex: a group of kids opens x-mas presents but the kid drawn by Kebes is wearing a rocket pack.) And Caro also stayed true to our roots and became an artist.
Caroline Ostiguy is an amateur artist residing in Montreal . She began her explorations in art as a teenager, after the passing of her father. He had taught her to use a camera and she honored his memory by experimenting with photography. Later she developed an interest in painting but her main focus remained photography, with occasional forays into film and other art forms.
After being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis at the age of 25, a disease affecting the central nervous system, she discovered a newfound passion for the arts and its therapeutic properties. At first this interest was made out of necessity; no longer able to travel on foot for long distances, she had to give up her photography outings. Confined to her home she turned her attention to art she could create from memory and found that painting allowed her to focus on the beauty around her which was in stark contrast to the sickness she felt inside.
Although she began developing her painting style using brushes, the pain in her right hand forced her to experiment with different tools, such as spatulas and even her fingers. Her work is therefore informed not only by her inner vision but also by her somewhat limited physical capabilities, which reveal the painful truth of her disease but also her triumph over it.
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