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Opéra de Montréal, The Barber of Seville rehearsal, 18 September 2024

The cast of The Barber of Seville rehearse at Place des Arts Salle E, 18 September 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Voices achieve a new level of authority when they combine together in harmony.

I become consciously aware of this whenever I am witness to people singing together — in a choir, or as I was for a spirited rehearsal of The Opéra de Montréal’s forthcoming season opener, The Barber of Seville, staged for members of the press earlier this week.

Of course, operatic roles require powerful individual singers. But operas reach a whole nother plateau when they combine those dynamic individuals into an ensemble cast.

“The challenge,” explains OdeM’s artistic director Michel Beaulac, “is to find all the right pieces in the vocal puzzle. Once you have that puzzle together, you know you have the right production that will be pleasing to your audience.”

Pascale Girardin, Presence and Digressions, Projet Casa, 18 September – 8 October 2024

Gallery view, Pascale Girardin, Presence and Digressions, Projet Casa, 18 September 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The ceramicist Pascale Girardin says that the physical gestures of maneuvering the large-scale terra cotta objects she created for her latest exhibition at Projet Casa bestowed upon her a feeling of belonging, “the sensation of embracing a comforting figure.”

Mankind is made of muscle, blood, and mud.

Jeremy Shaw, Localize Affect, 19 September – 2 November 2024, Bradley Ertaskiran

Jeremy Shaw, Untitled (There in Spirit) (2024), Bradley Ertaskiran, 19 September 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick, and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven. —Matthew 5:14-16.

The affective outcome of online interactions is no less affective than meatspace interactions. If someone “likes” you online, it sends the same pleasure chemicals to your brain as if they gave you a compliment in the real world; if someone insults you in the comments section, it makes your blood boil just as much as it would if they were to do it to your face.

It stands to reason that this would change our real-world interactions, too, beginning to act toward one another as if screens separated us. The screen is the most effective affective tool of communication, and affective manipulation is the most effective method of social control.

Simon Petepiece, Clearing Corridor Chamber Cave, Galerie Nicolas Robert, 13 September – 26 October 2024

Simon Petepiece at the Clearing Corridor Chamber Cave vernissage, Galerie Nicolas Robert, 13 September 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“How do you know who your daddy is? Because your mama told you so.” –Bill Broussard, JFK (1991)

David Cronenberg’s 1999 film eXistenZ centers on Allegra Geller, a renowned designer of virtual reality video games who becomes the target of a group of terrorists seeking to destroy her latest creation, an immersive game called “eXistenZ.” In it, players slip seamlessly between the real and virtual worlds to such a degree that the borders between truth and simulation blur.

The terrorists who pursue Geller charge that her games and others like them are the root cause for a dangerous societal turn against reality.

The film is science fiction, to be sure. But it is an increasingly accurate metaphor for the state of media today: from behind a screen, it is almost impossible to tell whether or not we are “in the game.”

André Turpin & Léa-Valérie Létourneau, Clusters, Centre PHI, 20 September – 20 October 2024

André Turpin & Léa-Valérie Létourneau at the Clusters vernissage, Centre PHI, 20 September 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

We love to think, as human beings, that we are in total control. Of our situations, of our environment, of ourselves, and even of one another.

In classical cinema studies, there are two general approaches that have historically shaped film analysis.

One is auteur theory, which presupposes that directors possess some kind of rarefied genius and produce works of singular vision.

Consequently, filmmakers like Alfred Hitchcock, Stanley Kubrick, or Martin Scorsese made movies that were manifestations of their own unique perspectives on reality.

It is true that these examples suggest some measure of authorial control. Hitchcock no doubt made Hitchcockian films. And there are certain aesthetic and thematic hallmarks of a Kubrick or a Scorsese production.

Bureau de Stephan Skoda (Cluster 1, 2020), André Turpin & Léa-Valérie Létourneau, Centre PHI. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Another less popular approach, but which I believe is closer to the truth, is what the critic Thomas Schatz in his book The Genius of the System called “the whole equation of pictures.”

Schatz argued that movies were made efficiently and effectively by the well-oiled machinery of an entire studio system, especially in the early days of Hollywood. Everyone — from the director on down to the script supervisor, the costumer, even the electrician — played an integral role in the look and feel of every picture.

In philosophy, these collections of people, objects, and ideas are called assemblages. Assemblages exert their own sort of agency. They manifest situations and bring events into being.

Assemblage theory ascribes power to complexity, favouring collectivity over individual agency, recognizing the limitations of a purely anthropocentric worldview. Focussing upon assemblages also complicates the notion of temporality, making it impossible to circumscribe events within time.

Phoebe Greenberg, André Turpin, and Denis Villeneuve at the Clusters vernissage, Centre PHI, 20 September 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

A film may be finished in a manner of speaking when it reaches the end of its production schedule, when it leaves the editing room and is presented onscreen. But a film embarks upon another life when it enters into various discursive assemblages. A film changes with its historical context, for instance, or in relation to audiences, in relation to other films, other works of art, other things that are not art.

In this way, there is no such thing as pure completion. An auteur may have a singular vision, but that vision is never fully realized, because visions themselves continue evolving within novel agentic assemblages.

The team of filmmaker André Turpin and art director Léa-Valérie Létourneau invoke the assemblage’s inherent agency in Clusters, their collaborative photographic exhibition on view at Centre PHI. By examining and calling attention to multiplicity, they also acknowledge the potentially infinite possibility in creating works of art.

“It’s really like a film you’re editing,” Turpin says.

“In teamwork, there’s always one person who is more convinced than the other. We’re never totally sure when a picture is finished.”◼︎

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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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Cover image: Catarina Ykens II (1659-1737), Vanitas Bust of a Lady, 1688. ©️ The Phoebus Foundation, Antwerp, Belgium. Photographed for NicheMTL.

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Every way of a man is right in his own eyes, but the Lord pondereth the hearts. —Proverbs 21:2

Charlie Chaplin’s The Immigrant, Thomas Ospital, Maison Symphonique, 23 March 2024

It is high time that we address the problem of certain immigrants to Quebec, as it appears that Mr. Trudeau seems powerless to do so.

I’m not talking about asylum-seekers or people displaced by war and conflict beyond their control. I’m talking about those who come here unwilling to adapt to our culture, to speak our language, who feel entitled to access our services, our schools, our hospitals, our courts, without so much as a thank you.

I’m talking about immigrants who expect Quebec to bend to their way of life, rather than the other way around, immigrants who refuse to integrate and get along. We should return these ill-informed, ignorant, ass-backward people forthwith and en masse by the busload to the shithole country they come from.

I’m talking, of course, about Americans.

Nadah El Shazly, with Saudade, Centre PHI, 21 March 2024

Nadah El Shazly performs with Sarah Pagé at Centre PHI. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Immigrants built Canada. Yet, it’s not the immigrants that we typically think of.

The English, the French, and the Dutch colonized Canada by robbing it from Indigenous folks. But the Irish, the Scottish, Italians, Chinese, Ukrainians, Poles, the diaspora of Jews, and Arabs did most of the heavy lifting.

We bought stolen land, and upon it, built a nation. We are the cultural mosaic that Trudeau Sr. spoke of when he spoke of multiculturalism. We are Canada.

Future generations of immigrants will look back on us to see how well, or poorly, we welcomed them. How will they remember us?

The Things We Cannot See, SBC Gallery of Contemporary Art, 22 March – 11 May 2024

Rafael Y. Herman, Purpura Affectum,​ ​2022, inkjet print, 58” x 87”. Photographed for NicheMTL.

I am in love with the silence of the image. The world can be a noisy place, and cities, especially, are brimming with cacophony. Sirens. Horns. Loudspeakers. Busses, trucks, and cars with booming stereos. People shouting in every language. Even our own minds are almost always filled with the din of a thousand simultaneous thoughts.

When I find myself before an image, the first thing I notice is its silent fury. Images don’t need to speak. They say everything they need to say simply by way of exhibition. There is a profound honesty in the ability to communicate without words, to show rather than tell, to implant an idea as if by telepathy. Images broadcast on another frequency.

Janet Werner, Spiders and Snakes, Bradley Ertaskiran, 21 March – 4 May 2024

In Janet Werner’s recent paintings, what comes into focus is an artist at peace with her risky vision.

When I interviewed Janet Werner for NicheMTL back in December 2022, I thought that her work was about juxtaposing two images against one another or cutting an image in two and rejoining the splice. But it has evolved to represent the entirety of its mediumicity: the tape that holds two images together; the canvas folded over on itself. It’s as if the artist has once again taken a step back and incorporated herself viewing her own distorted images.

There is still a sense of violence to Werner’s new body of work. But in this collection of recent paintings, what comes into focus is an artist at peace with her risky vision. Werner has achieved a new plateau of confidence in her signature schtick, which takes it beyond a gimmick and into the realm of a bona fide post-modern art vernacular. It is both refreshing and challenging to witness an artist progress in real time. It forces the viewer to progress, too.

The Right Honourable Brian Mulroney (20 March 1939 – 29 February 2024)

Brian Mulroney understood that good leadership is about service — a concept that seems lost on today’s politicians.

An old adage espouses that if you’re not a radical in youth, you have no heart. But if you’re not a conservative as you come of age, you have no wisdom.

The late former Prime Minister Brian Mulroney introduced some deeply unpopular initiatives during his tenure, not least of which was the Goods and Services sales tax, otherwise known as the GST.

In 1991, when the GST came into effect, many Canadians saw it as a grab for cash, punishing citizens for spending their hard-earned money. But it was also necessary to come up with some sort of innovative revenue stream to fund government operations, one that would stimulate the domestic economy while keeping Canada competitive in an increasingly global marketplace.

Nobody likes taxes. But taxing people on what they spend rather than what they earn is a smart and fiscally conservative manner of doing both of those things, and Mr. Mulroney possessed the foresight to enact this particular tax and do it at the tail-end of his time as Prime Minister, effectively falling on his own sword for the sake of our nation’s future.

Brian Mulroney understood that good leadership is about service — a concept that seems lost on today’s politicians who are more concerned with their immediate public image than with long-term priorities that will outlive their political careers. Canada is in desperate need of a return to Mulroney’s brand of conservative wisdom.

It is not every day that you have the opportunity to pay your respects to a former Prime Minister. So, I braved the unseasonably bitter wind last Thursday and stopped for a moment at St. Patrick’s Basilica, where Mr. Mulroney was lying in state.

I wasn’t anticipating his family to be there greeting the public. But there they were, welcoming fellow mourners with gratitude and grace. Feeling a bit nervous in the presence of such a public figure, I shook Mila Mulroney’s hand and recited the usual formal niceties — that I was sorry for her loss.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Mulroney held onto my hand for quite a while and spoke to me directly, thanking me for taking the time to come. And I realized that this was not just a formality for her. So, I told her that her husband was a good man who served our country with honour and dignity and thanked her and her children for their commitment to him.

Their commitment to him enabled his commitment to us.◼︎

Cover image: Janet Werner

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