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Throwing Shapes: in conversation with Mathieu Arsenault

“’In the beginning was the Word …’ provokes one to ask, where was the image?”
—Bill Viola, “The Sound of One Line Scanning”

The typically tedious visual experience of attending an electronic music performance produces a perennial problem for audiences: what to do with one’s eyes.

For some reason, we find guitarists and drummers, keyboardists and vocalists striking poses and pulling faces more interesting to look at than producers and DJs twiddling knobs and riding faders.

Various contemporary artists have attempted to address this problem more or less spectacularly. Amon Tobin plays from within a three-dimensional cityscape. Tim Hecker disappears into a cloud of fluorescent fog. Autechre turn the lights off entirely. Most pedestrian musicians usually just project some sort of screensaver-like images to distract spectators from the fact that the cake is already baked in the proverbial oven.

But not Seulement. The pseudonym of the Montreal-based Mathieu Arsenault, Seulement embellishes his live modular synthesizer sets by cutting shapes — quite literally.

While Arsenault is busy behind a bank of machines, doing whatever it is that he does, hypnotic geometric patterns pulse and flicker away on a large screen, assailing his audience’s retinas with abstract, rapid-fire, stop-motion animation that simultaneously casts him in a glowing and dramatic silhouette. The solution is seizure-inducing and unsettling and ultimately satisfying.

“The strobing effect is not digital,” Arsenault explains to me over coffee on a recent Thursday afternoon. “It’s made by hand. So, let’s say I move a triangle. I move an actual cardboard cutout triangle on a light tablet. And then I use that animation as a guide to make the same thing but with another triangle shaped hole, the same size. And then I alternate them. So, the positive/negative flickering effect is made by hand.”

I am fascinated to learn about Arsenault’s handcrafted process in producing these captivating images, having been impressed by his audiovisual show, entitled Bricolage Architecture, presented in late March at one of Ateliers Belleville’s renowned ECHOS nights.

Young stars are born in explosions of light. And there was a collective sense that evening that we were all witnessing some extraordinary interstellar supernova.

Seulement performs at Ateliers Belleville 27 March 2026. Photographed for NicheMTL.

In person, Arsenault, 42, has an unassuming, unpretentious vibe, shy and polite amongst the caffeinated braggadocio of Caffè Italia’s regular crowd. Still, he adopts a proper Rockstar stance on stage, to the approval of his growing legion of admirers.

It may be that his homespun visuals relieve the pressure of being publicly scrutinized. Nonetheless, Arsenault projects a measured conviction in his ideas and work both as a musician and visual artist, neither under- nor overconfident, but refreshingly commensurate with his manifold talents.

“I’m really happy about this show,” he beams. “It’s a new direction for me. It’s the first time I use video for a show. It’s also the first time I don’t sing on stage. The previous show I toured (for the album EX PO) instead was synchronized with lights and had more vocal performance elements. But the more instrumental music of Bricolage Architecture is going to be on my next record. It’s the new chapter. I’m really excited about it. If it’s more exciting for me, it’s more exciting for the people listening.”

The music side of Arsenault’s routine consists of syncopated analogue synthesizer oscillations constructed with a Pop compositional sensibility. “They are definitely songs,” says Arsenault.

“For this project, I wanted to explore electronic music without having to rely on my voice as the main focus. It was a challenge for me because all I ever did was write songs. Even though I don’t sing on top of it, they’re still songs. That’s how I structure music in my head.”

Person sitting on stone steps wearing a red denim jacket and black leggings, looking thoughtfully to the side, with a storefront in the background.
“We project perfection on machine-made things. And in opposition, we consider the body imperfect.” Mathieu Arsenault photographed for NicheMTL.

Arsenault grew up on Montreal’s South Shore, drawing comics and listening predominantly to metal before drifting in his late teens towards electronic music. He played in a band called Technical Kidman which combined live and preprogrammed elements that provide an early clue to his solo work.

“It was kind of a weird name for the band,” he tells me, “because it sounds funny, but the music was so not funny. It’s hard to perform electronic music. It’s not ready out-of-the-box. With that band, we always wanted to avoid using a click. We had a very elastic feel.”

The “extra-dimensional” Montreal record label Mothland booked Technical Kidman for their first Distorsion Festival, and Arsenault has been associated with that collective ever since. He cites three other pivotal moments that guided him on his current trajectory.

“I saw Radiohead when they performed the Kid A / Amnesiac tour,” he recalls. “And that’s when I realized that maybe I didn’t want to make metal music. And after that, it’s when I listened to Godspeed You! Black Emperor. I bought Slow Riot for New Zero Kanada. I was 18 or 19 years old and I was like, ‘oh, I didn’t know you could make music like that.’ I had never heard anything like that. And then a bit later I saw Ryoji Ikeda perform at Elektra. At that moment, my band was making music and touring a bit. But when I saw that, I remember telling myself, ‘Right now, I’m not doing this kind of stuff. But one day, I want to do these kinds of audiovisual performances.’”

Arsenault’s act will please fans of Tony Conrad and Alessandro Cortini, Paul Sharits and Caterina Barbieri. The rub is that interesting imagery doesn’t need music, and interesting music doesn’t need imagery.

Audiovisual pieces can sometimes come off a bit like an everything sandwich where more is not necessarily better. But Seulement is more like a marriage of two equivalent and complementary artforms that could easily stand on their own but strengthen each other by virtue of their merger.

If there appears to be an academic angle to Arsenault’s work, that is because he is currently enrolled in the doctoral programme in Digital Music at Université de Montréal. “Bricolage Architecture is actually my master’s thesis,” he confesses.

“To me, the theory always comes as I make the work. The work rarely comes from a theoretical or conceptual place. Even though I really like conceptual work, it’s not what I do. The conceptual aspect of the work will always reveal itself. But I come from a more Rock music background. I make music in a very intuitive way. I always try to make something that makes me feel something. That’s the only guideline I have.”

Analogous to Arsenault’s craftwork cutout animation, he encourages and embraces defects and blemishes in his sonic production. “It’s bodily induced noise,” he explains.

“Instead of using oscillators as the basic material of the music I make, I use loops of my voice. And loops of flute — recorder flute. I’m not a good flute player. So, it’s very irregular. Even though I try my best to sing perfectly or play flute perfectly, it will never be as regular as oscillators.”

The post-digital tendencies in Arsenault’s output hint at glitch aesthetics and the fallibility of machines in an era when we expect functional seamlessness from our interfaces.

“I’ve performed the work in different parts of the world, and some people are touched by it,” Arsenault muses, “and they’re surprised that they’re touched by it. If you think about it on paper, it doesn’t seem like something very touching. It’s geometric shapes that flicker with synthy music. But I think because it’s all assembled by hand, it shows a certain vulnerable aspect. The fact that I try my best to emulate what the machine can do, and fail, is something that is very tragic. To me, it speaks to the search for perfection. I strive for — and a lot of people are trying to be — perfect. And this project is a way to cope that I cannot make a perfect work.”

What constitutes perfection for you, I ask?

“That’s a good question,” Arsenault replies. “I don’t know. Perhaps imperfection is perfection.”◼︎

Seulement performs Bricolage Architecture 17 April 2026 at CIRMMT’s Multimedia Room, 2nd floor, Elizabeth Wirth Music Building, 527 Sherbrooke O.

Cover image: Mathieu Arsenault photographed for NicheMTL.

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Elegantly Wasted: in conversation with Dexter Barker-Glenn

In his essay “Spectacles of Waste,” the urban scholar William Straw highlights the method of “rhythmanalysis,” a field of study that the sociologist Henri Lefebvre outlined to focus attention upon the vitality of cultural forms and their passage through time.

The urban environment is a space for stasis and perpetual motion, oscillating constantly between immovability and change. Infrastructure is the most visible example of an urban characteristic that evolves extremely slowly, whereas the traffic that flows within infrastructures represents a comparatively faster rhythmic and circulatory phenomenon. Cities forge specific relationships to temporality in which objects persist or pass away.

“The rapid turnover of things and ideas and the concomitant erasure of historical sensibility have long been diagnosed as defining features of urban life,” Straw writes. Put simply, cities tend to accelerate cultural rhythms.

Measuring the vitality of metropolitan life is concurrently one of contemporary art’s tasks. The nowness of artworks determines their currency amidst ever changing communities that assign monetary value and cultural heft to them. Yet, in their material immutability, enduring long after the ideas that they convey or the traditions within which they belong fall out of fashion, artworks often irritate the impetus to define the immediacy of the urban moment.

The work of the young artist Dexter Barker-Glenn exemplifies this tension between slowness and speed, urban rhythms and artistic revolutions.

“I’m interested in the weathering of objects.” Dexter Barker-Glenn.

“I feel really light and alive when I’m working with material that has a history,” says Barker-Glenn, offering me a tour of his latest exhibition, First Water, installed in the second room at Centre Clark.

“I’m interested in the weathering of objects. It’s the most interesting part of them, and I’m just drawing attention to that, in a way. I hope that it makes people excited about the world around them and that it’s inspiring to see. I think that the real art is the objects. Like these banners,” he says, gesturing toward a sun-faded commercial sign depicting a blue diamond that he has appropriated, perforated, and stretched like a cinema screen in the middle of the room.

“There’s a condensing that’s happening in this piece. I am doing something to these objects when I make them an art piece and put them into a gallery.”

In this exhibition, too, is a striking mosaic composed exclusively of dead flies glued to the wall in a sunburst pattern. The flies form a gradient of colour, fading from black to white as they approach the center of the configuration. A replica of a dead deer stitched from remnants of the diamond banner sits lifeless on the floor beneath the fly arrangement, an oblique reference to Iphigenia, who in Greek mythology was sacrificed to atone for her father Agamemnon’s ill-conceived hunting expedition.

“There’s this desire that capitalism has to keep on growing and accumulate energy.” Gallery views of Dexter Barker-Glenn’s First Water photographed for NicheMTL

What Barker-Glenn is doing is at once naïve and brilliant: transforming trash into treasure; elevating waste within this reverential space; taking readymade objects and redesignating them as works of art; and using the commodity that the central image signifies — a diamond — to comment upon capital, extravagance, and the deep-temporal vitality of material life cycles.

“This image of a diamond is trying to be permanent,” Barker-Glenn muses. “The image of the diamond is pretending to be a diamond. It’s serving a certain job as an image. But its materiality fails at that goal.”

I first met Barker-Glenn in 2024 at Ateliers Belleville where he occupied a small studio space and was working at that time on a series of 3D-sculpted friezes constructed from layers upon layers of spent lottery scratchcards. The hyper-specificity of this project intrigued me, as did its singular aesthetic qualities. “There’s this desire that capitalism has to keep on growing and accumulate energy,” believes Barker-Glenn.

It was imperative to him that he source each used lottery scratchcard through a process of bartering, with local depanneurs eventually offering boxes of them to him for free when he told them what they would be used for. “It was quite easy to get them to give them to me,” he recalls. “Often they were forgotten.”

He also acquired the diamond banner by agreeing to hand-paint a new sign for the shop’s proprietor. “I had them for a while in my studio and was quite intimidated by them,” he tells me. “But I was confident that they were important images.”

The more I consider them, the more meaning these objects accrue. The random value of any individual scratchcard, or banner, whether it is successful or a failure, stands in for an entire ecosystem of paper money in which one bill is absurdly worth more or less than another.

Ultimately, belief is what undergirds this system, an agreement to act as if stacks of paper have intrinsic significance. Yet, we have progressively been moving through an era where disbelief and disagreement characterize post-capitalist aspiration, in which chance dictates fortunes as much as traditional measures of value — like labour, or quantity, or quality, or demand.

A person with curly hair stands in front of a large artwork featuring a stylized diamond design in shades of purple and white.
“I’m interested in these places where these seemingly non-material systems are material and have waste.” Dexter Barker-Glenn photographed for NicheMTL.

Barker-Glenn relocated to Montreal from Toronto in 2017 at the age of 17 to study studio arts with a minor in computer science at Concordia University. “I kind of had thought that computer science would be a good career choice,” he says, “to learn about coding. But I’ve never done a coding job. A lot of it now is pretty redundant. A.I. stuff has taken over.”

Barker-Glenn’s work, shuttling restlessly among the disciplines of painting, sculpture, and process art, appears least like anything that Artificial Intelligence could reproduce. “My next project is actually kind of about A.I.,” he reveals. “It’s about data centres and the environmental impact that is hidden away from us. A.I. seems free to use. I’m interested in these places where these seemingly non-material systems are material and have waste.”

Barker-Glenn’s diamond banner similarly fluctuates between useful and useless, functional and junk. Indeed, art-writ-large is identified now more than ever as non-functional production, labour divorced from use value, matter void of purpose.

A person with medium-length hair is holding a coffee cup and looking surprised while sitting at a wooden table in a modern indoor setting.
“I don’t think of my art as functional.” Dexter Barker-Glenn photographed for NicheMTL.

“Art often serves an economy,” explains Barker-Glenn. “But something is art when it’s not functional anymore. It’s like a tumor of wealth or something. Some form of art always serves a purpose in an economic system. But I don’t think of my art as functional. When it’s art, it becomes an object that’s thought of as holding currency, and when it’s waste, it’s thought of as damage to the environment. It becomes a waste product. It’s interesting to think about materials in this way.”

The political theorist Jane Bennett recasts agency as a network comprised of human and non-human material in her 2010 book, Vibrant Matter. “It seems that the appropriate unit of analysis for democratic theory is neither the individual human nor an exclusively human collective,” Bennett argues, “but the (ontologically heterogenous) ‘public’ coalescing around a problem.” That problem today, as it has been since the emergence of authority, is power and its arbitrary rhythms.

A philosophical undercurrent runs beneath Barker-Glenn’s work, one that ultimately unites Bennett’s and Straw’s political economy. “I’m very fascinated with how waste connects economic systems with ecological systems,” he tells me.

“There’s lots of ways that technology is used to make it seem like we’ve moved forward, politically,” Barker-Glenn observes. “But it’s all threats of violence that are obscured through these systems. There’s a threat of violence that’s maintaining it all.”◼︎

First Water by Dexter Barker-Glenn continues through 28 February 2026 at Centre Clark, 5455 Av. de Gaspé #114.

Cover image: Dexter Barker-Glenn at Centre Clark photographed for NicheMTL.

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All The Things You Are

NicheMTL has an ambivalent mission.

On one hand, it endeavours to shed light upon cultural activities that receive little to no attention in other media. On the other, like any enterprise, it aims to achieve maximum popularity — clicks, likes, shares, stats, growth.

On one hand, it seeks to remain free to read. On the other, it is now also a luxurious magazine for sale at a near art book price point.

On one hand, it serves the artistic community by covering Montreal’s nichest events. On the other, it serves me and its contributors as a platform for our artform: the written word.

Raphaël Daudelin, left, and Anouk Pennel, right, of Studio FEED inspect their design work. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Ideally, NicheMTL is a circuit that gives back more than it receives, if only in the form of goodwill in absence of anything tangibly valuable.

NicheMTL has afforded me a wealth of incredible experiences. It is impossible to choose favourites, or to rank my most beloved days.

Nonetheless, the days listed chronologically below stand out, not just as some of the most enjoyable of 2024, but moreover, some of the most sincerely special days of my life.

Since the depths of the pandemic, I promised never again to say ‘no’ to an opportunity to do something out there in the world, together with people, in the public sphere. And so far, keeping this promise has not remotely disappointed me.

Thank you for a wonderful year. Thank you for inviting NicheMTL to your events. Thank you for sharing your gifts with us, with Montreal, and with the world.

What you do matters. It is interesting. It is important. It is beautiful. It is eternal.

Some people have asked me why NicheMTL doesn’t publish straight-ahead reviews — or previews — like other media forms. The answer, simply, is because it’s niche.

There are no prizes. It’s an honour just to be nominated.

—Ryan Alexander Diduck, publisher

Alexandra Stréliski with Patrick Watson, Salle Wilfrid Pelletier, 17 January 2024

Carolina Dalla Chiesa and Alexandra Stréliski backstage at Salle Wilfrid Pelletier. Photographed for NicheMTL.

After securing a coveted media ticket to the second of two sold-out concerts at Salle Wilfrid Pelletier, I was delighted to have been assigned a seat next to Carolina Dalla Chiesa, who is Alexandra Stréliski’s partner.

We became fast friends and hung out backstage after the show with Patrick Watson, who earlier in the evening treated the audience to a walk-on duet with Stréliski of The Cinematic Orchestra’s “To Build a Home.”

The house came down.

Sarah Davachi interview and Total Solar Eclipse, 8 April 2024

Everything under the sun is in tune, but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Immediately following a Zoom conversation with Davachi, I realized that there were precious few minutes until Montreal would bear witness to a total solar eclipse.

So, I scrambled past thousands of spectators to a secret spot adjacent to Silo no. 5 and perched myself amidst a group of stoner kids and some Quebecois old-timers who were listening to Pink Floyd and drinking tall cans of PBR.

There could not have been a better setting for this once-in-a-lifetime moment.

Emmanuel Lacopo and Ensemble Urbain play Julius Eastman, Casa del Popolo, 20 May 2024

Emmanuel Jacob Lacopo, Ensemble Urbain, and friends perform Eastman at Casa del Popolo. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The only other band that has ever sent shivers down my spine quite like Lacopo and company at Casa del Popolo was Godspeed You! Black Emperor at their reunion concerts in 2011.

I had the sense that I was observing something very special as this group of talented artists took to the stage at one of the venues that that legendary collective helped to establish — like the passing of the baton onto the next generation of Montreal’s musical mythmakers.

Black Givre with Jean-Sébastien Truchy and Preoptic Ridge, Ateliers Belleville, 1 June 2024

Preoptic Ridge perform at Ateliers Belleville. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Ateliers Belleville established itself as an important cultural space in 2024, presenting a number of unmissable vernissages, housing the studios for more than four dozen practicing artists, and hosting a handful of experimental music events entitled Échos.

With venues under threat from encroaching condos, and residents unamenable to the noise that accompanies Montreal’s renowned night-time scenes, workspaces like Ateliers Belleville have never been more vital.

Ambient Music in the Park + Shunk with Ahren Strange House Show, 11 August 2024

Left: Julia Hill and Adrian Vaktor of Shunk; Right: the audience gathers at Champs des Possibles for Ambient Music in the Park, 11 August 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Montreal’s do-it-yourself core came to the fore in two events that happened to coincide on 11 August: the first being one of NPNP Trio and Personal Records founder Jackson Darby’s iterations of Ambient Music in the Park, an impromptu gathering of electronic music’s outsiders at Champs des possibles.

Next, I headed north to a house show featuring NicheMTL darlings, Shunk, held atop the roof of an apartment on Boulevard St. Laurent and Beaubien.

Everyone passed the audition.

The Dears & Stars, Rialto Theatre, 28 September 2024

Torquil Campbell and Amy Milan of Stars. Photographed for NicheMTL.

2004 was an enormously momentous year for Montreal’s independent music scenes, with the release of internationally best-selling albums by The Dears, Stars, Wolf Parade, and Arcade Fire.

What was so special about Pop Montreal’s 20th anniversary Stars/Dears double bill was that it wasn’t just about invoking a sense of nostalgia; it was also about celebrating the longevity of these astonishing bands, which have always been capable of creating a vibe in the here-and-now.

FYEAR with Erika Angell, Centre PHI, 16 October 2024

Tawhida Tanya Evanson and Kaie Kellough of FYEAR. Photographed for NicheMTL.

FYEAR is a supergroup fronted by poet Kaie Kellough and saxophonist Jason Sharp, and including Kevin Yuen Kit Lo, Joe Grass, Josh and Jesse Zubot, Tawhida Tanya Evanson, Stefan Schneider, and Tommy Crane.

Watching this ensemble come together onstage at Centre PHI was the highlight of 2024’s cultural calendar and might be among my most transformative ever live musical experiences.

There is no greater power than a nonet firing on all nine cylinders.

NicheMTL Yearbook Launch, Ateliers Belleville, 19 October 2024

Yuki Isami, Emmanuel Jacob Lacopo, and Josh Morris perform at NicheMTL’s yearbook launch. Filmed by Amelya Hempstead for NicheMTL.

Everyone who attended the NicheMTL Yearbook launch was undoubtedly graced with exceptional musical performances.

However, the most unexpected gift came when Yuki Isami, Emmanuel Jacob Lacopo, and Ensemble Urbain’s Josh Morris spirited up a blissful sonic improvisation that they made look easy.

It was something like a Vaudevillian magic trick, with all the players having to promise the audience that they had never before performed together.

Tout geste est/et politique, Nadia Myre, Robert Myre & Molinari, Fondation Guido Molinari, 31 October 2024

Fondation Molinari director Marie-Eve Beaupré, left, and the artist Nadia Myre. Photographed for NicheMTL.

One of the reasons I write is to remember — what I did, what I experienced, how it affected me, sounds, colours, the mood of the room. Every word is more-or-less carefully chosen to convey and communicate as clearly as possible a feeling, an image, not just for readers but also for me.

Writing is a consciously political act because it orients an audience towards an idea. Words are naked as food crossing the threshold of our mouths, immanently transmogrifying into us.

Soul Manifest, Dexter Barker-Glenn, Espace Maurice, 30 November 2024

Dexter Barker-Glenn, Soul Manifest, Mycelium, ergot, pine, resin. 39 x 19 x 15 in. Photographed for NicheMTL.

There are no shortcuts to enlightenment. Certain things may act as catalysts. Meditation, exercise, diet, habit — all of these produce in the subject a disposition of consciousness that may be more conducive to illumination.

Drugs, of course, have been touted as vehicles for expanding consciousness, and I at times have succumbed to this prescription.

Still, nothing gets me higher than a great conversation. More than a tab on the tongue, it is true communion.◼︎

Thank you to NicheMTL’s contributors, Darragh Kilkenny-Mondoux, Rachael Rinn Palmer, and Zoe Lubetkin, and to our presenting sponsors, Akermus, Constellation Records, and État de choc.

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Cover image: The view of Montreal from Mount Royal Chalet, 8 October 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

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Archaeology of the Recent Past

VOIDXWITCH, Beast of the Black Hill, Self-released (Bandcamp)

In the 1991 film Terminator 2: Judgment Day, Robert Patrick’s character, the T-1000, represents the world’s most advanced iteration of Artificial Intelligence, a machine constructed of liquid metal that’s capable of assuming any blunt form.

Although it is a machine, the T-1000’s prime directives are undoubtedly libidinal in nature. Yet this creature’s implicit human sexual drive is sublimated into dominating, penetrating, and murdering any obstacle in its path.

Nonetheless, nothing seems to satisfy it — and nothing subdues it. No matter how many people it kills, or how many bullets it takes, the T-1000, like its urges, just won’t be terminated. Not only is the T-1000 not human; it cannot be compelled to die.

What is terrifying about Artificial Intelligence is specifically this undead quality.

A.I. is a representation of human libidinal unconsciousness which, just as the voice can’t hear itself speak, cannot conceive of its own mortality.

Les Corps Complexes, Delphine Huguet, Galerie Robertson Arès, 3 October – 2 November 2024

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes;
And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying,
Neither shall there be any more pain:
For the former things are passed away.
And he that sat upon the throne said,
Behold, I make all things new.
And he said unto me,
Write: for these words are true and faithful.

—Revelation 21:4-5

Installation by Delphine Huguet, Gelierie Robertson Arès. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The obvious impetus for establishing some post-human cyborg utopia is that it generally really sucks having a body. They’re bulky, achy, breaky, leaky, hairy, smelly, and seldom sightly sacks of mostly water that we drag around with us, getting heavier and more cumbersome with time. Who among us wouldn’t trade in our sagging bits for mechanical perfection?

The problem is that variance is typically what constitutes beauty. And variance is a fundamentally organic trait. Machines by virtue are uniform, identical, interchangeable. Diversity is distinctly corporeal.

Which raises the question: what is perfection?

If perfection is machinic, then we as non-machines must stop striving for some unattainable ideal. But if perfection is biological, then it stands to reason that everything alive is always-already perfect. How can it not be?

Every cell, every atom, every molecule, is, was, and will be precisely as it should.

Un beau spectacle, VICTIME, En conversation avec (Mothland)

“I’m an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And I’m tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks English, and everything’s broken
And my stacks are soaking wet.”

—Tom Waits, “Tom Traubert’s Blues (Four Sheets to the Wind in Copenhagen)”

Launch of Still Kelly Collection 01, SSENSE, 24 October 2024

Attendees preview the Still Kelly Collection at SSENSE, 24 October 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

When it comes to clothes, there are two types of wearers: those who are fashionable, and those who are stylish.

Fashionable people tend toward following the latest trends. Stylish people ignore what’s trendy in favour of personal taste.

Fashion is often hot, awkward, uncomfortable, which gives credence to the maxim, “fashion over function.” Style, rather, is relaxed and cool, the art of feeling comfortable not just in clothes but in one’s own skin.

The difference between fashion and style is that fashion always goes out of style, whereas being stylish is never not in fashion.

Échos X NicheMTL Year 000 Launch, Ateliers Belleville, 19 October 2024

Patrons gather for the NicheMTL launch, 19 October 2024 at Ateliers Belleville. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Cities are simultaneous repositories of cultural history and collective initiatives for historical obliteration. Tensions persistently occur in the post-modern metropolis between slowness and speed, stillness and circulation.

Movement in Montreal, as in any major city, is regulated by rhythmic impulses that stimulate a feeling of novelty within a milieu of tradition. Disparate factors such as necessity and capital dictate the rate and flux of municipal change.

The refurbishing of architectural spaces — or even the transformation of entire neighbourhoods — gestures towards the urban condition of constant conflict between what once was and what will be. Gentrification manifests in condo complexes and third-wave cafés that used to be in derelict districts. Any city dweller who has spent a significant amount of time in one place is apt to feel a longing for the past, however recent or distant.

The urban scholar Will Straw writes in his essay entitled “Spectacles of Waste” that “the tension between these ways of grasping urban life and experience — one insisting on the city’s endless mutability, the other stressing its tendencies toward statis and inertia — runs through various sorts of urban cultural analysis.”

Straw proceeds to illustrate this dichotomy with competing cultural forms — such as architecture and cinema. Edifices represent accumulation and endurance, whereas motion pictures indicate “the destabilizing impulses within city life.”

Quinton Barnes and Chelsey Boll at Ateliers Belleville for the NicheMTL launch, 19 October 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Cinema’s arrival in the early 20th century was an inherently urban phenomenon which reshaped cities around screens. However, the silver screen was still architectural, requiring enormous structural real estate in the form of theatres, malls, megaplexes; drive-ins, pedways, parking lots.

Television, beginning in the mid-20th century, transformed the social aspect of urban cinema, and thus shrunk the moving image’s geographical footprint. Television meant the collapse of metropolitan temporality, too, wherein one didn’t need to see a movie immediately because you could always catch it later on TV.

Straw wrote his article in 2010, on the cusp of a radical evolution in moving image media — the advent of video-sharing social networks like Instagram and TikTok. Location in time used to be a key to a stabilizing sense of urban experience — being somewhere for something meant that spatiotemporal coordinates were fixed and absolute.

More recently, though, social media have destroyed the event-ness of events. Everything is missable nowadays because it will come back at us almost immediately in our social media timelines. The opposite of fear-of-missing-out is the anxiety of participation.

Visual social networks make it unnecessary to be in any given place at any certain time. Furthermore, the instantaneity of contemporary image circulation accelerates the capacity for urban melancholia, the nostalgia for the never experienced city, like phantom limb syndrome for an imaginary appendage.◼︎

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Cover image: Verdun Beach, 20 October 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

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I’ll Be Your Mirror

Leon Louder, Feast, Rockinghorse, Unfulfillment + Stranger Ways Recordings (2024)

In Western society, there are five general characteristics of successful people: you can be tough, cool, smart, beautiful, or funny.

Some combinations are possible. For example, you can be both tough and cool. Or cool and beautiful.

But some categories are mutually exclusive. Although you can be funny and smart, it is nearly impossible to be both cool and funny.

Many characteristics can be cultivated; others are inborn. You can work out and get tougher. You can even study and get smarter. But you cannot fake being funnier.

The best comedians aren’t tough or beautiful — or even remarkably smart. Clever, perhaps. Intellectual, not so much.

The comedian Jerry Seinfeld believes that comedy is as close as we can come to justice. This is why I most admire naturally funny people. They generally have to survive on their sense of humour alone.

Good Sine, with Holobody, Owen Gilbride, and Vivian Li, Cyber Love Hotel, 4 August 2024

O God, make me poor enough, to love your diamond in the rough, or in my failure let me see, my greed raised to mystery.

—Leonard Cohen

We are prone to despise any system that doesn’t benefit us — and uphold those that do. The jerks that picked on you in school are no longer jerks now that you’re one of them and can pick the one you pick upon. Capitalism sucks until you start to make the big bucks.

It’s not that one system is virtuous and another system vicious. Systems are systemically corrupt.

The OM at the foot of Mount Royal, with Alexandra Stréliski, 6 August 2024

Yannick Nézet-Séguin conducts the Orchestre Metropolitain at Parc Mount Royal, 6 August 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The place that my paternal grandfather came from is currently within the borders of Ukraine. But when he left, it was part of Poland.

Likewise, my maternal grandparents originate from a region that, although it is now in Russian-occupied Ukraine, at various times was Austro-Hungarian, Romanian, and a Soviet Socialist Republic.

The French in Quebec neglect to recognize that the territory in which they assume the God-given right to speak French at one time not too long ago was home to neither the French nor God. In 100 years, it is doubtful that French will be the dominant language here, if it is now.

Tour guides love to lead gaggles of sightseers around Old Montreal pointing out with inflated authority the city’s first fort, first chapel, first bank. But who was really here first? And before that?

How long does it take for you to live in a place before you can confidently claim that you’re from that place? And what happens if that place changes hands? Where are you from then?

History is comprised of a series of replacements, none of them great. We are here today and gone tomorrow, when someone else will take our place. If times get tough, we can leave, or stay and fight and work to remake the place to our own liking.

We come from dirt, and to dirt we will return. In between, we garden.

Nick Bodoin, Akermus, 8 August 2024

Attendees gather at Akermus, 8 August 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Who is as the wise man? and who knoweth the interpretation of a thing? a man’s wisdom maketh his face to shine, and the boldness of his face shall be changed.

—Ecclesiastes 8:1

I think everybody should like everybody.

—Andy Warhol

When you first look at a person’s face, for an instant, you are looking back at your own reflection. We cannot help the reactions we experience when looking into other people’s faces. Attraction and revulsion, recognition and disregard, all at once.

I’m sure the Germans have a word for that perfect balance one feels between beauty and terror, awe and fright.

They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The exercise, then, is to behold yourself as beautiful. Then, an unsightly face can never be seen.

Echoes IX, with Fiza, Xon, Sonic Malice, and Philippe-Aubert Gauthier, Ateliers Belleville, 3 August 2024

Sonic Malice perform at Ateliers Belleville 3 August 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

On 9 August 1945, the United States dropped an atomic bomb, its second and last to date, on Nagasaki, Japan, bringing World War II to its savage conclusion.

Just past midnight on 9 August 1969, Charles “Tex” Watson, Susan Atkins, Linda Kasabian, and Patricia Krenwinkel, known collectively as “the Manson Family,” took the lives of celebrity hairdresser Jay Sebring, the coffee heiress Abigail Folger, her lover Wojciech Frykowski, houseguest Steven Parent, and the film actress Sharon Tate at a Benedict Canyon mansion located at 10050 Cielo Drive, closing out a decade known for peace and love with mayhem and murder.

On 9 August 1988, Wayne Gretzky, the hockey player nicknamed “the Great One,” was traded from the Edmonton Oilers to the Los Angeles Kings, ending an era during which Edmonton was regarded nationally as “the City of Champions.”

And on 9 August 2004, I relocated permanently from Edmonton to Montreal to attend the Mel Hoppenheim School of Cinema at Concordia University.

Reflecting on the past 20 years residing here, the city has changed almost as drastically as if it had endured a war, or a killing spree. Entire neighbourhoods like the Old Port and Griffintown have been redeveloped beyond recognition; the provincial government presently in power has slashed funding for arts and cultural activities. Of course, the Coronavirus crisis and its broad and sprawling effects on society weren’t good for anybody.

And yet a sense of solidarity has coalesced in areas like Pointe-Saint-Charles and the Garment District, where artist-run centres such as Bâtiment 7 and Ateliers Belleville have stepped in to serve underrepresented creative communities. Though Montreal hasn’t won an Oscar for Best International film since The Barbarian Invasions in 2003, or a Stanley Cup since a decade earlier, the city continues to be a magnet for excellence in art, academia, music, movies, and sport.

I like to think of the talented expats who decamp here as human transfer payments, replenishing Montreal’s perennially bereft coffers with cultural wealth.◼︎

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How To Make A Small Fortune In Art

Black Givre with Jean-Sébastien Truchy, Fumerolles & Élément Kuuda, Ateliers Belleville, 1 June 2024

Jean-Sébastien Truchy performs at Ateliers Belleville, 1 June 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

There’s an old joke that takes aim at the drive for financial success, a joke that can be adapted to practically any pursuit, especially to art.

Q: How do you make a small fortune? A: Start with a large one.

The mythical U.K. punk band Crass famously emblazoned their albums with labels imploring listeners to “pay no more than £2.00” for this record.

Today, a pristine condition first pressing of the band’s 1979 EP, The Feeding of The Five Thousand, is listed on the aftermarket website Discogs for €300. Plus shipping.

If some suburban-born anarchist-turned-yuppie who washed his feet and got a job working at BlackRock wants to relive the days when he wore a padlock around his neck and a safety pin through his nose and paying €300 for a Crass record will scratch that itch, then Crass records are worth €300 now — for everyone.

The reality of value under capitalism is that things are worth what people will pay for them.

Death Tennis with Manny, Casa del Popolo, 5 June 2024

Booster Fawn films Death Tennis performing at Casa de Popolo, 5 June 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

If you go into an artistic pursuit to make money, you’ve chosen the wrong artform.

It doesn’t matter if you’re Andy Fucking Warhol, a human factory for the production of value and a living commentary on art in the age of its mass reproduction. It doesn’t matter if you’re Damien Fucking Hirst, an embodiment of ostentatious conspicuous consumption, artificial scarcity, and capitalistic overvaluation. It doesn’t matter if you’re Fucking Banksy, an anonymous and collective nonentity that reflects all of us back to us in ironic cartoon-strip fashion.

There is no artform that is more valuable than money. In fact, making money is its own artform — perhaps one of the highest arts there is. Verily, there is an art to transforming labour into capital, the reverse-osmosis process of Marx’s notion of ethereality, in effect, solidifying thin air.

That’s why forgery of currency is such a harshly punished crime. Who dares reproduce that art?

La Majestueuse Symphonie avec Orgue de Saint-Saëns, Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal, Maison Symphonique, 29 May 2024

Olivier Latry and the Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal perform at Maison Symphonique, 29 May 2024. Antoine Saito for the OSM.

Quantifying experience is the new fashion to turn time into money, selling audiences occupied time. Still, there is no way to ensure that you’re going to have a good time, regardless of how much money you spend on this or that experience.

You might drop thousands of dollars on dinner and tickets to a show. But your date is in a bad mood, and doesn’t like the wine, and the air conditioning is too cold, and the hairdo of the woman sitting in front of you is too high, and her perfume is too strong, and there’s no intermission — or, there are two intermissions and that’s two too many.

Alternately, you might spend very few dollars and have the time of your life when you spontaneously stop into that little place you’d always been meaning to try, and it is just as cool as you thought it would be, and the bartender gives you an approving nod, the kind of simple and inconsequential gesture that validates you for weeks afterwards, an experience you can call up like a new favourite song to play on repeat when you need a psychic boost. And later, the symphony or the band or the DJ is right in the pocket, and your date glances over sideways at you and smiles, with teeth, because of course you somehow orchestrated this moment.

You never could have planned it, and you certainly never could have bought it. Remember: this fleeting instant is a gift. All that’s required is that you recognize it and understand its intrinsic value and quietly say thank you to God, or the Devil, or the four winds that blow for blowing it in your direction.

Saints, Sinners, Lovers and Fools: Three Hundred Years of Flemish Masterworks, Musée des beaux-arts, 6 June 2024

A patron photographs a painting at the Musée des beaux-arts, 8 June 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

When you see a beautiful face for the first time, you don’t want to forget it. You’re terrified to lose it. You just want to close your eyes and let persistence of vision take over and imprint that image in memory, or on the insides of your eyelids, forever. The impression of that face becomes a tangible thing, physical, a vision that you can’t and won’t unsee.

When you see the most beautiful face you’ve ever seen for the first time, you might as well tear your own stupid eyeballs out of their bloody sockets, because there is no chance that you will ever see anything so beautiful again. When you’ve seen something — someone — that beautiful, seeing itself becomes obsolete. No blossom in full bloom or priceless painting and certainly no other face is worth looking at twice, and you may even wonder to yourself if you should have ever even seen anything at all.

They say love is blind. The boldest love, though, is a witness to beauty’s smallest detail.

Kee Avil with Nadège Grebmeier Forget, Centre PHI, 30 May 2024

Kee Avil performs at Centre PHI, 30 May 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Beauty is in the beholder’s eyes.

But it is humankind that only sees outward beauty. It takes a special kind of perception to seek the true beauty within, the sort of beauty that’s actually worth a damn.

One could lose a mint on cosmetics and surgical intervention to preserve and prolong some ideal notion of physical beauty. Nonetheless, you cannot moisturize rose petals or Botox blueberries. When they start to rot, they assume another incarnation of splendour. There is magnificence, too, in decay.

Enormous fortunes have been wasted in vain attempts to maintain beauty, to capture it for posterity. Napoleon wilted under a heavyweight redingote while waiting for a portrait artist to capture his likeness. We are already nanoseconds older after the camera shutter snaps.

Blessed is the true judge, because justice is merely a matter of time. Fear of time is fear of God. Those who understand this benediction though they may be stricken with poverty and doubt possess within them the greatest of fortunes.◼︎

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Ring Them Bells

Errance, with Joël Lavoie, and Philippe Vandal, La Sotterenea, 25 April 2024

Left: Joël Lavoie; Right: Errance perform at La Sotterranea, 25 April 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“What good am I if I know and don’t do,
If I see and don’t say, if I look right through you,
If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin’ sky,
What good am I?” —Bob Dylan

In The Divine Comedy, the well-known fourteenth-century Italian trilogy by Dante Alighieri, the poet Virgil leads the author through Hell and Purgatory.

Finally, Dante is pointed toward Paradise by Beatrice di Folco Portinari, a character symbolic of God’s loving grace.

It seems that Beatrice got the cushy job, while Virgil drew the short straw. Not only did “Bice,” as she was known amongst her squad, manage to avoid the underworld’s mud and blood and beer, but she also served as tour guide to just one — and obviously the best — of the three divine realms.

Virgil, on the other hand, had to pull a double shift in the Infernal rings and the apparently never-ending drone of Earthly life. Plus, there were no unions back then, so going on strike wasn’t an option.

Sara Mericle, Infinite Vessel, Ateliers Belleville, 22 April 2024

Sara Mericle, Net (2023), ceramic and metal. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Ye have sown much, and bring in little; ye eat, but ye have not enough; ye drink, but ye are not filled with drink; ye clothe you, but there is none warm; and he that earneth wages earneth wages to put into a bag with holes. —Haggai 1:6

Steve Bates, with Elizabeth Anka Vajagic, Mark Molnar, Timothy Herzog, and Sam Shalabi, Casa del Popolo, 29 April 2024

Steve Bates and friends perform at Casa del popolo, 29 April 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

From an ocean of noise, harmony differentiates itself.

Though noise and harmony are not mutually exclusive. Noise contains every frequency. Like sculpture, all that is necessary to reveal Heaven’s eternal song is to chisel the extraneous bits away.

Bourgie Hall’s 14th Season Launch, Bourgie Hall, 30 April 2024

Charles Richard-Hamelin performs at Bourgie Hall, 30 April 2024. Frédéric Faddoul for Bourgie Hall.

“THE TEMPERAMENT — MIDDLE — Circling and circling, I mold my temperament, urging the unruly into balance. Each interval must blend with the next interval, which must blend with the next … and back to the beginning. In the center we make a secret well together, this piano and I, to drown the leftovers. It is Nowhere.” —Anita T. Sullivan, The Seventh Dragon.

Beethoven’s Poetic Fourth Piano Concerto, Maria João Pires with The Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal, Maison Symphonique, 24 April 2024

Maria João Pires performs with the Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal, 24 April 2024 at Maison Symphonique. Antoine Saito for the Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal.

The clavier-style keyboard is a standard that brought music to the masses.

Yes, it’s a compromise. There aren’t any notes between its twelve tones, and there is a sense of bureaucracy about sitting down at what is essentially a musical desk, typing out a tune.

But the gift of portability and universality that the keyboard has given to the world is worth orders more than its conciliatory limitations. There is no other instrument that can bring a place to life, to fill a space with joy, wonder, and magic, quite like a piano.

A piano in the right hands is just enough of a music machine, no more and no less than perfect.

Quiet Night, 163 Av. Van Horne, 26 April 2024

Xander Simmons and friends perform at 163 Av. Van Horne, 26 April 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“Happy are those who have what they need and no more.” —Saul Ha-Levi Morteira

In a time of war, famine, and death, it is vanity to seek out greater abundance when others are struggling for basic survival. But if one pursues only bare necessity, they will invariably find more than what they were looking for.

Such was the case last Friday evening when I attended what was billed as a “Quiet Night,” organized by Illy Duval in a cozy loft space on Van Horne. I arrived to find the room packed to the rafters with standing room only, except for a seat on the armrest of a battered old couch.

« Confortable? » asked the girl sitting next to me, smiling.

« Pas pire, » I replied, my legs awkwardly splayed akimbo.

Though I felt claustrophobic and couldn’t help but think, with scores of burning candles inserted precariously into empty bottles, of the Ghost Ship warehouse fire, I stayed and immensely enjoyed the music and the scene for as long as possible and ducked outside during an intermission.

Beneath the Van Horne overpass, I watched a group of skateboarders smoking weed and doing ollies and rail slides and was grateful for having had a reason to leave — both my house, and the gig I’d come to see.

Skateboarders underneath the Van Horne overpass, 26 April 2024. Filmed for NicheMTL.

Sandeep Bhagwati, How to inhabit these different temporalities?, Museum of Fine Arts, 21 April 2024

A patron rests in the contemporary art gallery of the Museum of Fine Arts, 21 April 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“People don’t know what they want any more. People are only sure about what they don’t want. The current processes are processes of rejection, of disaffection, of allergy.” —Jean Baudrillard, “The Violence of Indifference.”

The tyranny of mediocrity despises competition, finding every possible means to suppress it. The resistance of excellence, however, welcomes competition as the essence that makes the good better, the great greater still.

Lolina, with Man Made Hill, Tenses, and Please, Brasserie Beaubien, 27 April 2024

Catherine Debard performs as Tenses at Brasserie Beaubien, 27 April 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

We might imagine Hell as the past, Purgatory as the present, and Heaven as the future.

Certainly, there is an implied chronological teleology to history, where life is supposed to get better with time, progress bringing more knowledge as some ultimate form of truth emerges victorious.

This process appears to have reversed. Time is running backwards as the present reiterates Hellish precedents.

Alice De Visscher & Evamaria Schaller, Le Centre CLARK & Le lieu, Ateliers Belleville, 2 May 2024

Alice De Visscher & Evamaria Schaller perform at Ateliers Belleville, 2 May 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Alchemy is most commonly conceived as the transformation of lead into gold. But alchemy according to philosophers is understood as a spiritual process of transformation, embracing those parts of ourselves that we might think of as weaknesses and converting them into strengths.

Gold is the most precious of all earthly metals, superconductive, malleable yet solid, ambivalent, associated with the sun, the celestial body where universal life originates. The Swiss psychoanalyst Carl Jung wrote, “Just as the physical sun lightens and warms the universe, so, in the human body, there is in the heart a sunlike arcanum from which life and warmth stream forth.”

Springtime represents the return of the sun, and thus accelerates matters of the heart.

Spring Symposium, Librairie Saint-Henri Books, 25 April 2024

Patrons attend the Spring Symposium at Librairie Saint-Henri Books, 25 April 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

My idea of Heaven is a place surrounded by all words, where no thought or feeling is misunderstood, where there is total communication, a way to say everything.

My idea of Heaven is also a place where there are no words, where nothing requires understanding because all is already known, and language is an obsolete technology.◼︎

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Cover image: Sara Mericle, Sun Bleach (2023), porcelain and glaze.

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