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Heroes & Villains

Heroes of Greece: The Age of Troy, Pointe-à-Callière, Until 7 March 2027

A white statue of a female figure with a fish tail, holding a large fish in her right hand, displayed on a blue pedestal in an art exhibit.
Statue of a Siren, 370 BCE, Pentelic Marble, National Archaeology Museum, Athens. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“And you too, your fate awaits you too, godlike as you are, Achilles — to die in battle beneath the proud rich Trojans’ walls!”
—The Ghost of Patroclus, The Iliad

When the mythological figure and fast runner Achilles decides of his own free will to oppose Agamemnon, his mother, Thetis, a powerful sea nymph who was known to metamorphose into fire, water, lions, and snakes, warns her son that it will spell his demise. And so, Achilles retreats. But Achilles’s fury will eventually twist fate and lead to the fulfillment of his wretched destiny.

“Fate,” says Anastasia Balaska, scientific coordinator of the Hellenic Ministry of Culture, “is something different than the will of the Gods. And also, there is free will. Even though fate has been written, people are responsible for their actions. Achilles knew that his fate was to die. He knew that he was a tragic person. But his actions were his. He could be a hero, or he could stay at home.”

This is in contrast to the Christian notion of choice — which is what separates humans from beasts — and the connection between free will and salvation. “Christians believe that we have free will and we get what we deserve in the afterlife,” Balaska says. “The Greeks had a hero code.”

Alexei Kolakis-Landon & Tomas Dessureault, Ceremony, 6595 St. Urbain, 4-7 June 2026

A person stands in front of a large abstract painting with shades of red and dark lines, in an art gallery setting. The individual is wearing a black top and a patterned skirt, and has a crochet bag slung over their shoulder.
Installation view of a work by Alexei Kolakis-Landon. Photographed for NicheMTL

“The vague is a positive state of intensive activity enveloping all possible varieties of experience. The tendency to take form may be suspended and held in intensity.”
—Brian Massumi, Not Determinately Nothing

When you first see a new painting, the world of possibilities is open and endless. It is pure potential. There is nothing yet determined. This is the most exciting moment for an onlooker: to see without regarding, to experience in advance of identification.

When you first encounter a new face, an analogous world opens up, and every interpersonal possibility is potentially an option. This is the most exciting moment for a lover: to be overwhelmed with beauty, to resist and then settle into recognition.

The opposite of memory is pure anticipation.

William Basinski with Kathryn Mohr, Théâtre Fairmount, 2 June 2026

A performer on stage with a computer and equipment, illuminated by blue and white lights, in front of an audience at a music venue.
William Basinski performs at Théâtre Fairmount. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“There is no ‘substantial’ difference between the God of Love and the God of excessive arbitrary cruelty, lo ’mperador del doloroso regno, it is one and the same God who appears in a different light only due to a parallax shift of our perspective.”
—Slavoj Žižek, The Parallax View

The sole concept that is allowed to be infinite in Western culture, albeit begrudgingly, is God. Perhaps this is because both infinity and God are unknowable to the Western mind, inconceivable to our contemporary and technocratic and increasingly binary consciousness.

An eternal existence simply does not compute in modern civilization. The de facto teleological trajectory that we recognize is from indeterminate to determined. The infinite cannot be a starting point because infinity has no beginning. Nor, for the same reason, can God be the end.

Leonard Cohen sang in his 1992 song entitled “The Future” of a deficiency in quantification — “won’t be nothing,” Cohen growled, “you can measure anymore.”

However, the reverse is proving to be true. Everything is measurable, quantifiable, either off or on, never neither.

Quatuor Molinari plays Dmitri Shostakovich, Conservatoire de musique de Montréal, 31 May 2026

A string quartet performing on stage in a venue with bright yellow walls, featuring four musicians in white shirts holding their instruments. There are empty chairs on stage, and an audience is visible in the foreground.
Quatuor Molinari performs at Conservatoire de musique de Montréal. Photographed for NicheMTL.

I’ve been in this town so long
So long to the city
I’m fit with the stuff
To ride in the rough
And sunny down snuff, I’m alright
By the heroes and villains.
—Brian Wilson, “Heroes and Villains”

That heroism is so often associated with war, and victory in war, is what Karl Marx or Sigmund Freud would have likely diagnosed as the impediment to the growth of culture. Still, in today’s wars, there is no victory. Or rather, victory is expressed in the ability to sustain ambient engagement rather than to prevail in any given battle.

In order to transcend capitalism, which we must now acknowledge is commensurate with war and the decline of culture, it is necessary to devolve to a state of persistent vagueness, for incongruity and indeterminacy to endure. We should redefine heroism, then, not as victory or defeat but as resistance to the tendency to take form.

Lynda Gaudreau, Romances, VOX, centre de l’image contemporaine, Until 20 June 2026

A collage of vintage newspaper clippings featuring headlines about crime, scandals, and various incidents, displayed on a wall.
Installation view of Romances at Centre VOX. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“The hatred directed against war is perhaps like the mania that alone has the strength to free the subject from the tyrant.”
—Judith Butler, The Force of Non-Violence

There is a segment of any crowd that will cheer for the bad guy. At the movies or in the boxing ring, or even in the American presidency, villains are charismatic and command transgressive attention.

Strength is a quality of both heroism and villainy. The evil force flexes its muscle, and the hero overpowers this force with superior strength. There is built-in drama in this conflict, a familiar narrative arc along which we can plot our progress. The further we are away from victory, the closer we must be to the beginning of the narrative, and the more the necessity to build strength.

But cultivating weakness, what is currently understood as “soft power,” refusing the narrative arc of conflict, posits an alternative story to the might-is-right barbarism that dominates global affairs, from politics to music and art and everything between.

The dominant narrative is that if a narrative doesn’t represent the victims of domination, invent a stronger narrative. But reinforcing strength, whether through militarism or through the stories that we tell each other, only further entrenches the universal notion of an arms race.

A call to action is no longer the appropriate response to violence when “CTA” also describes effective marketing copywriting. Strength is inherently capitalistic. Strength is a virtue of the God of Love and the God of excessive arbitrary cruelty.

I propose a call to inaction. Inaction is not interesting. It is not productive. It is not a compelling narrative. Inaction can be neither good nor evil. Inaction neither wins nor loses. It is neither perpetrator nor victim, neither villain nor hero.

Inaction is indirection. It has no subject nor object. It has no aim nor purpose. But neither is it purposeless.

Inaction at once acknowledges and disregards God’s will, our will, and fate.◼︎

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Cover image: Statue of Zeus, the arbiter of fate, 2nd century BCE, Marble, National Archaeology Museum, Athens. Photographed for NicheMTL.

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Flowers In the Dustbin

Maria Chávez, Victoria Shen, & Mariam Rezaei with Lori Freedman, No Hay Banda, La Sala Rossa, 25 March 2025

From left: Maria Chávez, Mariam Rezaei, and Victoria Shen perform at La Sala Rossa, 25 March 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“Complexity is not difficulty, but mess, toxic waste, genre disorder.”
—Nick Land, No Future

Torus with Orchestroll, fdg., CMXE, & Musicfriend, Église Saint Denis, 22 March 2025

Jesse Osborne-Lanthier and Asaël Richard-Robitaille perform as Orchestroll at Église Saint Denis, 22 March 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“The monastery was the first place in history where time was measured. Benedict added a seventh period to the devotion of the day, and in the seventh century by a bull of Pope Sabinianus, it was decreed that the bells of the monastery be rung seven times in the twenty-four hours. These punctuation marks in the day were known as the canonical hours, and some means of keeping count of them and ensuring their regular repetition became necessary.”
—Lewis Mumford, Technics and Civilization

“The social and technical relations that uphold our current economic order are the same relations which structure our experience of time in periodisation of life, that is, length of the working day, or the time spent producing value for capital. Time — in the view of capital, the sense that dominates our reality — really is money, and so keeping track of the time in which one’s investments in the purchase of labour power play out is paramount.”
—Introduction to Mark Fisher’s Flatline Constructs

A minor uproar occurred online this week when the U.S. Secretary of Homeland Security Kristi Noem on Wednesday donned a Rolex worth $50,000 for a photo op at El Salvador’s Terrorism Confinement Centre.

Known as CECOT, the prison, which has the capacity to house 40,000 inmates, is being used as a waystation for deportees under the new American administration’s initiative to crack down on illegal immigration. Noem’s choice to wear such an ostentatious symbol of conspicuous consumption some saw as in poor taste.

However, whether intentional or not, the watch was the perfect prop. The handcuffs on the prisoners’ wrists are the underbelly of Noem’s legitimate incarceration by the constructs of hypercapitalism and neofascism that Trump’s regime exemplify.

Time, not space, is prison.

Stimulant Vol II Launch Party, St. Kevin’s Parish, 22 March 2025

An unignorable throughline exists between U.S. Presidents Donald Trump and John F. Kennedy.

The two alleged assassination attempts on Trump in 2024, as well as his appointment of Robert F. Kennedy Jr. as the Secretary of Health and Human Services, have fastened a link between the Trump and Kennedy brands. More recently, Trump’s release of thousands of declassified Kennedy assassination documents has renewed their association in the popular consciousness.

On the surface, Kennedy and Trump couldn’t be less alike: Kennedy was a Democrat, anti-war, anti-racist, resolutely left-of-centre on the American political spectrum.

Still, for fans of the author J.G. Ballard, for whom Kennedy’s death was an object of persistent fascination in works like Crash and The Atrocity Exhibition, Trump’s deliberate fixation with Kennedy is more easily decipherable. It is not so much ideological as it is libidinal.

Kennedy’s death was a moment charged with intense subconscious eroticism. Particularly, frame number 313 of the Zapruder film undeniably depicts a symbolic orgasm, the final bullet’s impact producing an eruption of biological matter exploding uncontrollably all over the First Lady’s double-breasted raspberry pink suit. It is pure snuff porn.

The fact that the Presidential limousine was already in a sense “decapitated,” and equipped with “suicide doors” — which swing both ways — deepens its auto- and homoerotic thematism. Not to mention that the car was a Lincoln, christened after another famously assassinated American figurehead. Surely, aside from automobiles, sex and death are the Western world’s most fundamental drives.

Nonetheless, Kennedy was the utopian President America would never get back. Whereas Trump is shaping up to be the dystopian leader they will never be rid of.

1985. Image-Worlds, Centre VOX, 28 March — 21 June 2025

Detail of the exhibition 1985. Image-Worlds at Centre VOX. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“You can’t be fond of living in the past
‘Cause if you are, then there’s no way that you’re gonna last.”
—Gordon Downie

Simon Chioini, “Rivière 4,” Montréal rivières, Myriam Boucher, Gabriel·le Caux, Simon Chioini & Antonin Gougeon-Moisan (Label formes – ondes)

I went this week to The Bay at Carrefour Angrignon to buy bedclothes and bath towels.

It has been widely reported that Hudson’s Bay Company is currently liquidating its stock and consolidating operations into six stores, including Montreal’s flagship location at Sainte-Catherine Street and Phillips Square. At least that iconic block will be spared.

In addition to the bluster from south of the border about tariffs and soft annexation, the demise of Canada’s oldest retailer, founded almost two centuries before the country’s Confederation, feels like yet another blow to what constitutes Canadian cultural identity. Regardless of our national disagreements, we all agree on what we are not.

But a sale is a sale.

As I perused the goods on offer, a profound sense of sadness overwhelmed me, along with the renewed realization that capitalism’s zombie endgame is ultimately to consume itself.

Under our absurd socioeconomic system, constellations of products are overproduced as cheaply as possible, maximizing at every stage the creed of shameless exploitation, in order to stock shelves that the consuming public greets largely with indifference.

Nobody really wanted these piles of haphazardly folded yet perfectly wearable beige pants that some sweatshop worker in Bangladesh stitched together for marginally more than slave wages. And still, nobody wants them at 40 percent off.

In the linens department, I pick out two towels, two washcloths, two bathmats, and a set of crisp white bedsheets, taking them to the checkout to pay. A middle-aged man with tired eyes processes the purchase, bagging my new items while reciting the store’s return policy. I ask him what he is planning to do now. He says blithely that he is looking for another job.

I wanted to buy a pair of those ugly beige pants, too, just to rescue them from the loneliness of arbitrary and unnecessary existence.

But as the saying goes, you have to put on your own mask first before assisting others.◼︎

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Cover images: Detail of the exhibition 1985. Image-Worlds at Centre VOX. Photographed for NicheMTL.

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Catching the Big Fish

Traceable, Nubian Néné, MAI, 15 January 2025

Great art makes space for ideas.

It might be interesting to learn about an artist’s personal life, or to consider the cultural context within which their artwork was conceived. But what is actually important about any work, whatever medium or form it takes, is whether it cultivates deliberation.

After the affective impact is experienced, what is left are trace elements of contemplation.

Mahler’s Sixth Symphony with Payare, Maison Symphonique, 16 January 2025

Maestro Payare conducts the OSM’s performance of Mahler’s Sixth Symphony at Maison Symphonique. Gabriel Fournier for the OSM.

Comedy and tragedy are two sides of the same coin. There is always a drop, like the yin and the yang, of one inside the other. It is impossible not to recognize the sadness behind a frantic laugh, or to find calamity a bit hilarious.

An apocryphal story that circulated about Twin Peaks concerns the pilot episode’s premiere at the Telluride Film Festival in 1989. At the most devastating moment, when Sarah Palmer learns of her daughter Laura’s death, the audience apparently erupted in laughter.

The tendency toward cascading misfortune is a source of particular humour. Whenever a situation deteriorates from bad to worse, we cannot help but be amused. It’s a specific kind of schadenfreude, the discovery of a perverse sense of pleasure in regarding the pain of others.

Yolk, Two Readers and Music IV with Ashley Mayne, Gloriah Amondi, and James Player, 9 January 2025

Guitarist James Player performs at Yolk’s Two Readers and Music IV. Photographed for NicheMTL.

So-called “smart” technologies often aren’t.

Why would you want the door to your washing machine to automatically lock as a childproofing feature? What if your child was locked inside the machine?

As I write this article, Microsoft Word has restarted of its own volition and automatically enabled something called “Copilot.”

Copilot, ostensibly, is Microsoft’s Artificial Intelligence integration that can answer questions and summarize sentences and compose calls to action, as if every piece of writing should be some listicle about 13 restaurants you need to try whilst visiting Montreal. Or whatever.

The worst part about Copilot is that I can’t seem to figure out how to disable it. Every time I start writing a new paragraph, there it is, a little icon blinking at me, like Clippy on cocaine, prompting me to click on it, and by clicking on it, to train it to think like I do.

Get this through your artificially intelligent simulation of a head, Microsoft: the only copilot I need is God.

Janis Rafa, Landscape Depressions, Centre Vox, 17 January — 1 March 2025

Still image from The Space Between Your Tongue and Teeth, 2003, Janis Rafa, Centre Vox. Photographed for NicheMTL.

It may come to pass that animal intelligence will soon surpass human intelligence in the form of instinct.

We have begun to rely so heavily upon machines to do our thinking for us that inherent flaws are compounding and multiplying in our own faulty faculties. We are failing to recognize that within the systems of machinic control with which we have surrounded and propped up ourselves, there is an unseen disciplining apparatus at work that imprisons our physical and even our mental gestures.

The only escape may be to lean on intuition, relaxing our fingers on the Ouija board gadget and allowing the machine to exorcise its own ghost.

Alexandra Streliski, Salle Wilfrid Pelletier, 17 January 2025

Alexandra Streliski onstage at Salle Wilfrid Pelletier. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The standard piano has twelve notes across seven and one quarter octaves on only 88 keys.

That’s a surprisingly small number of sounds for an instrument that sits at the centre of Western musical composition. But limitation is paradoxically liberating, permitting virtually infinite combinations.

There are no wrong notes on the piano. It just depends on what song you’re trying to play.

David Lynch (20 January 1946—15 January 2025)

“Experience the joy of doing. And you’ll glow in this peaceful way.” —David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish

David Lynch, aside from being one of the most compelling filmmakers in the brief history of cinema, was also a painter, a photographer, a musician, a furniture maker, and a proto internet pioneer.

Before there was such a thing as social media, Lynch sold monthly subscriptions to his website, davidlynch.com, whereupon he would post what we now call “content” — absurd short videos of Japanese girls talking about bananas, and people in domestic environments wearing enormous rabbit masks, and Lynch himself delivering daily weather reports from his home in Los Angeles. He also sporadically responded to questions that his subscribers would email in.

To say that I was a David Lynch fan in the early 2000s is an understatement. I was determined to become an artistic Renaissance man just like him. I had sought out and seen all of his films. I had watched every documentary and read every book about him that I could find. I even paid for a subscription to his website. And thinking that he might hold some sort of secret to becoming a brilliant artist, or at least a key to how to get into film school, I decided to send him a question.

A few subscriptions cycles later, Lynch thoughtfully answered it. I was thrilled to hear my hero acknowledge my existence, much less offer me some sage advice.

David Lynch in 2003 offering advice.

Soon afterward, I went out and made a film, moved from Edmonton to Montreal, attended and graduated from film school, continued on to complete a master’s degree and Ph.D., pivoted from filmmaking to writing, and launched a niche publication that combines cultural criticism with narrative nonfiction in hopefully novel and creative ways.

None of these things made me rich or famous. But they fulfilled me nonetheless and continue to do so in large part because I never strayed from the core of Lynch’s guidance, which was simply to learn by doing — and to be the best me that I can be.

My opinion of David Lynch’s movies has shifted in 25 years, since good drama is always about change. But my gratitude to Lynch as an artist has only grown.

Because in addition to being the kind of artist who more than anything inspired ideas to flourish, Lynch’s greatest artform may have been to encourage other artists to keep making their art.

That, I believe, is Lynch’s eternal legacy.◼︎

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Cover image: Nubian Néné performs at MAI, 15 January 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

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