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The Mass Ornament

David Altmejd, Elle, Bradley Ertaskiran, Until 4 July 2026

A metal duct mounted on a concrete block wall, casting a shadow on the surface below.
David Altmejd’s L’etoile casts a shadow on the wall in the bunker at Bradley Ertaskiran. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“An object of art is an honest way of making a living, and this is much a different idea from the fancier notion that art is a scam and a ripoff. The bourgeoisie have, after all, made it a scam. But you could never explain to someone who uses God’s gift to enslave that you have used God’s gift to be free.”
—Rene Ricard, “The Radiant Child”

The dance between artist and observer is as transient as any dance craze that has come and gone before. It used to be fashionable for the critic to try and gain access to the artist and understand their motivations; at one time, critics fancied themselves psychoanalysts who interpreted the inner workings of artists through their art as if they were forensic crime scene investigators or handwriting experts. Artists, too, have perennially shaped their art for their critical audiences, attempting to anticipate their tastes and desires, to comment upon some underlying condition or natural disposition intrinsic in the contemporary public.

Today, when all art is accessible with a click or a tap or a swipe of the screen, and everyone can observe anything and become an instant expert upon it, what is the objective of the critic that the casual viewer cannot achieve?

It is no longer enough to comment upon structure and form and tradition and perceived inspiration, or to speculate on the artist’s inner impetus for making art. The transactional circumstances of this brand-new dance, too, are laid bare. Artists are no less workers than those who toil on assembly lines or suffer through service industry jobs. And critics have infiltrated the ranks of artists, compelled to draw upon some creative zeitgeist and produce novelty.

Artists and critics are each doing The Watusi on opposing sides of a two-way mirror in 1982, displaced in space and dislocated in time, alienated in virtual communities and disconnected by digital technologies that function to enrich their shareholders by exploiting and enslaving us both. Art, as any other productive pursuit in the hyper-capitalist age, pays in attention rather than capital, where wealth is measured in engagement and ignorance is bankruptcy.

All art and its observation, regardless of medium or language or form, teaches these dance moves today. The critic’s business is to reveal the artist’s obscure secrets while enshrouding the obvious ones in labyrinthine layers of mystery.

Wagner and Debussy: From Love to the Sea, Lawrence Power, viola and Elim Chan, conductor, Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal, Maison Symphonique, 14 May 2026

Conductor leading an orchestra, deeply focused, wearing a black outfit, with sheet music in the foreground.
Elim Chan conducts the Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal. Eduardus Lee for the OSM.

“Nothing is more compromising than a thought! But the state of mind which precedes thought, the labour of the thought still unborn, the promise of future thought, the world as it was before God created it — a recrudescence of chaos.… Chaos makes people wonder.…”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, “The Case of Wagner”

To watch the mass behaviour of a crowd — at a Habs game or an F1 event or the vernissage for an art star’s latest exhibition — is one of the few activities left in which we are presented with the whole rather than its fragments, or wherein the fragments reveal the whole. It is like reading a book in one sitting or devouring a meal in a single mouthful. It is like looking at an ocean from space and recognizing that all the individual ripples and waves conceal one leviathan. Chaos is merely order uncharted.

LODE, La naissance de l’art, Galerie Eli Kerr, Until 27 June

A partially covered large object leaning against a wall, surrounded by wrapped items and a row of small red cups on a dark mat, with wooden crates nearby in an industrial space.
Installation view of LODE, La naissance de l’art, Galerie Eli Kerr. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“Fate is expressionless, it is as cold and alien as the stars into whose galactic configurations men project the entanglements which they subconsciously create themselves.”
—Theodor Adorno, “Fantasia Sopra Carmen”

Adorno, writing on Georges Bizet’s Carmen, suggests that freedom is the antithesis of virtue. We can extrapolate from this suggestion that artistic freedom is the antithesis of artistic virtue, and that freedom for artists to paint what they will betrays a profound decline in character, a lack of faith in the trajectory of art history, or a breach in the hull of the vessel that has buoyed art since the first cave paintings appeared at Lascaux.

It is the artist’s job to be truthful in disclosing this decline. It is necessary for the artist to surrender their free will and their agency, itself such a trendy buzzword, and submit to the vibrancy of things. An honest artist will organize matter in some virtuous manner and factor out freedom from the equation. Casting images back into the world is a reiteration of the chaotic impulse that obliges the reactivation of imagination.

Moin with Sediment Club, Espace SAT, 21 May 2026

A live music performance under blue lighting with musicians playing instruments on stage.
Moin performs at Espace SAT. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“I see the girls walk by
dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head
until my darkness goes.”
—The Rolling Stones, “Paint it Black”

The record label Blackest Ever Black, which released Moin’s first recordings, as well as those produced under their alter ego, Raime, was the sort of label that inspired obsession. Blackest Ever Black’s output varied widely in genre — from the sludgy punk of Raspberry Bulbs to the oddball lo-fi indie of Officer! to four-to-the-floor stompers by Regis and Tropic of Cancer’s angular new wave. And yet there was a unified aesthetic to everything they released into the world: dark, cool, metropolitan, modern.

Blackest Ever Black label boss Kiran Sande was concurrently a commissioning editor at Fact Magazine, one of the first publications to offer me an audience. Sande was my favourite editor to write for and an enigmatic and ephemeral presence thereafter. Music criticism at that time consisted of snarky love-hate relationships with of-the-moment artists rising and falling on the Boomkat splash page and generating passive-aggressive reviews on corporate websites. Sande was the last of a certain type of visionary, a genuine charlatan, aiming with 100% accuracy.

Insoon Ha, Artist-in-Residence lecture, Fonderie Darling, 21 May 2026

A woman standing in front of a group of people in a bright, industrial-style room, giving a presentation or lesson. Windows with natural light and a variety of plants and materials visible in the background.
Studio view of Insoon Ha in residence at Fonderie Darling. Ana Lucia Londono Flores for Fonderie Darling.

“You know Marx and Lenin were pretty lazy dudes when it came to working for somebody. They looked at toil, working for your necessities, as something of a curse.”
—Huey Newton, Speech Delivered at Boston College, 18 November 1970

The criteria for cultural importance are not popularity, marketability, or influence. Import is weighed in granular increments, accumulative intuition. Mass movement is science. Stirring a single soul is magic.

Art is not the Polio vaccine. It is a compulsion, the need to see, and to be seen, and to see what others see, and to grasp the invisible. Writing about art is even less consequential. Criticism doesn’t save lives. In many instances, it wastes them.

The invention of the wheel was art. Understanding the nature of wheels is essential. The dance steps may have changed, but dance is eternal.◼︎

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Cover image: Installation view of David Altmejd, Elle, Bradley Ertaskiran. Photographed for NicheMTL.

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Graceland

Feu St-Antoine with Solitary Dancer and Tony Price, Le Système, 26 March 2026

A DJ setup featuring various electronic music equipment in a dimly lit venue with red lighting and a crowd dancing in the background.
Tony Price performs at Le Système. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“For reasons I cannot explain
There’s some part of me wants to see
Graceland.”
—Paul Simon, “Graceland”

We don’t much imagine today that people come back to life after death. But in Biblical times it happened with alarming regularity. Everyone knows the story about Jesus. Then, Lazarus is probably a close second in terms of resurrection notoriety.

Lazarus was laying lifeless for four days when Jesus commanded him to rise from the tomb. His family even warned Jesus that he was starting to stink. Coming back from the dead was a miracle. It was God’s will. But God doesn’t seem to will it lately.

If it were God’s will, who should be resurrected today? All politicians must be disqualified out of hand. All religious leaders have had their day. It should be people who had a lot of life yet left to live, people who died well before their time.

I would bring back Ian Curtis and Amy Winehouse, James Dean and Marilyn Monroe, Jean-Michel Basquiat and Sylvia Plath, Nina Simone and Prince, Sharon Tate and John Lennon. Give them all a hot shower and then throw a dinner party. Ask them what the other side was really like.

Wayfinders: au gré des sens, Montréal, arts interculturels, 2 April – 16 May 2026

Colorful wall projection of a person's neck and mouth in various hues, showcasing different angles and expressions.
Marelke Yee-Yin Lee & Marc Sabat, HANDS to MOUTHS (2018), Montréal, arts interculturels. Photographed for NicheMTL.

And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
And white robes were given unto every one of them; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season, until their fellowservants also and their brethren, that should be killed as they were, should be fulfilled.
—Revelation 6:10-11

On 11 April 2020, shortly after the Coronavirus crisis had shut down nearly every aspect of public life around the world, the Montreal Gazette reported that 31 people had died in Dorval at a long-term care home known as Résidence Herron. Staff fled the facility in droves at the onset of the pandemic and Quebec’s premier, François Legault, vowed that a criminal investigation should take place and sent in the military to clear the dead.

Legault prohibited all Easter-related celebrations the following day and proclaimed that Quebec would experience a “rebirth.” At that time, Legault, Quebec’s Minister of Health Danielle McCann, and public health director Dr. Horacio Arruda took to television for a daily news conference informing the public of the death toll and ever-evolving restrictions that Le Droit called “La messe Legault.”

On Easter Monday 2023, Legault again found himself amidst scandal when he retweeted a column penned by Journal de Montréal opinion writer Mathieu Bock-Cote suggesting that Catholicism to a large extent defines Quebec’s distinct “heritage.” Those critical of Legault maintained that the tweet was hypocritical in the context of Bill 21, the CAQ’s signature secularism legislation.  

On 2 April 2026, Bill 9, titled “An Act respecting the reinforcement of laicity in Quebec,” passed with the Parti Québécois’s support at the National Assembly. That same day, Legault delivered his final official address as Premier, wishing optimism for the next generation, saying: “We must hope that Quebec remains Quebec.”

Battements, Emmanuel Lacopo with Alexandre Amat and Geneviève Ackerman, Chapelle Saint-Louis – Le Saint-Jean-Baptiste, 23 March 2026

A performer singing passionately in front of an ornate altar with a guitarist seated nearby, surrounded by dim lighting and decorative architecture.
Geneviève Ackerman performs at Chapelle Saint-Louis. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“The myth of international solidarity is dead. God is a ghost!”
Carsten Regild & Rolf Börjlind, Occupy the Brain!

Arrythmia characterizes our current age.

In politics, this manifests in incompatible international governments vying for superiority, oscillating wildly between extremes of diplomacy and violence. In culture, arrythmia manifests in off-kilter rhythms and microtonal harmonies. From Jonny Greenwood’s Bodysong to Black MIDI to Angine de Poitrine, we can trace the recent lineage of asynchronous life in new patterns of chaos.

Mediaeval, Simon S. Belleau, Galerie Eli Kerr, 26 March – 16 May 2026

A person with wavy hair is viewing a small mirror mounted on a wooden wall, wearing a red jacket.
Gallery view of Mediaeval by Simon S. Belleau at Galerie Eli Kerr. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“The project is to theorize a kind of geoaffect or material vitality, a theory born of a methodological commitment to avoid anthropocentrism and biocentrism.”
—Jane Bennett, Vibrant Matter: a political ecology of things

One way to think about reincarnation that does not necessitate irrational leaps of faith or imaginings of being born again as a cat is through vital materialism. This hybrid philosophy also allows for the agentic potential of non-human actants exerting force upon the ecosystem. Indeed, the first law of thermodynamics could be described as the second coming for energy.

When living matter dies, its energy does not. It only changes into different forms of matter and energy — decomposing, becoming food, becoming fertilizer. The Christian concept of transubstantiation — bread becoming flesh; wine becoming blood — is rooted in a fundamental understanding that matter is always bristling with life and potential for new lines of flight.

St. John Passion, BWV 245, J.S. Bach, Chœur A&P with Ensemble Caprice, The Church of St. Andrew and St. Paul, 3 April 2026

A choir in red robes performs in an ornate church with a high vaulted ceiling and stained glass windows, while the audience faces the stage, some clapping.
Patrons applaud the choir of The Church of St. Andrew and St. Paul. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions,
Won’t be nothing, nothing you can measure anymore.
—Leonard Cohen, “The Future”

In September 1752, Britain transitioned from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar and lost 11 days in the process. The Julian calendar miscalculated the solar year by 11 minutes and therefore slid off by one full day every 128 years. This affected Easter celebrations which eventually moved further away from the beginning of astronomical spring.

Western churches commemorate Easter on the first Sunday after the first full moon nearest the March equinox. The Eastern Orthodox Church, however, continues to follow the Julian calendar. So, Catholic and Orthodox Easter celebrations often fall on different dates, with the Orthodox iteration occurring this year on 12 April.

Passover generally falls on the first full moon after the vernal equinox. But due to the Metonic cycle, about 6939 days, it will arrive on the second full moon three times every 19 years.

If time wobbles rather than ticking by predictably as current re-evaluations of quantum spacetime suggest, there may be no faithful chronological measurement. The technics of civilization are breaking down. We might have more time than we thought.◼︎

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Gratitude

Suzy Lake, Distilling Resistance, Bradley Ertaskiran, 11 September – 1 November 2025

Suzy Lake, Distilling Resistance, Gallery View, Bradley Ertaskiran. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Wise words from the departing
Eat your greens, especially broccoli
Wear sensible shoes
And always say “thank you”
Especially for the things
You never had
—Coil, “Broccoli”

We often conceive of gifts as those things we receive in a state of gratitude, like presents we are given or give to others on special occasions, or special qualities or skills acquired through practice or bestowed upon us by some benevolent force. The words ‘talented’ and ‘gifted’ are used interchangeably to denote an abundance of capability, as in a talented artist or a gifted musician. Universally, we think of gifts as desirable.

But the truly valuable gifts are the ones we received and never asked for, or asked for and never received, or received and never desired. The experiences in life that teach us the most are those we would have never chosen for ourselves.

Josèfa Ntjam, swell of spæc(i)es, Centre PHI, 9 September 2025 – 11 January 2026

Josèfa Ntjam at Centre PHI. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“I’m not a beggar… I’m just a man passing through.”
The Way of the Pilgrim

Some things we do over and over again in life and seldom have any memory of the individual events. Try to remember what you had for lunch two Sundays ago and it will likely be difficult because you have lunch every day.

Other things, we do only once and remember forever. Traumatic events, for instance, tend to stick with us, to mark us deeply, embedded in memory. Some things we spend a lifetime trying but failing to ever forget.

And some traumas, like bondage or genocide, live on in ancestral recollection, persisting across continents and generations. One lifetime isn’t long enough to heal these wounds.

Marlon Kroll, Travailler ensemble, Galerie Eli Kerr, 13 September – 25 October 2025

Marlon Kroll, Hard Drive, 2025. Pine, manilla paper, rabbit skin glue, nylon, motor, electronics, hardware. 80″ x 74″ x 330″ Photographed for NicheMTL.

And the Lorg God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him.
—Genesis 3:18

“I’ll be what I am
A solitary man”
—Neil Diamond, “Solitary Man”

In 2007, Sean Penn attended the Telluride Film Festival with his directorial feature, Into the Wild, a rather silly picture based upon the 1996 true story of the same name by Jon Krakauer.

In it, main character Chris McCandless, also known as Alexander Supertramp, abandons his family and relinquishes his worldly possessions to travel to Alaska to live an ascetic life. Because he is woefully ill-equipped, Supertramp promptly dies from starvation, but not before arriving at the profound realization that happiness in life is only meaningful when it is shared with others.

The joke amongst the staff that year was that Into the Wild and Soylent Green had the same moral: it’s people.

Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal, La damnation de Faust, Maison Symphonique, 17 September 2025

Rafael Payare conducts Andrew Staples, left, and Sir Willard White, right, at Maison Symphonique. Antoine Saito for the OSM.

What’s gonna’ set you free
Look inside and you’ll see
When you’ve got so much to say
It’s called gratitude, and that’s right
—Beastie Boys, “Gratitude”

Everybody spread love (gimme some more)
If you want it, let me hear you say it (gimme some more)
—Busta Rhymes, “Gimme Some More”

Goodness is usually measured by two criteria.

The first is the ability to achieve another desirable outcome. For instance, it is good to work hard because you will in turn make money and in turn be able to afford a comfortable lifestyle, which is good. The goodness of the first action is determined by the functional goodness of the result. We might describe this as pragmatic goodness.

The second type of goodness is goodness for its own sake, goodness for no discernible purpose other than to be good. This type of goodness is often defined in absence of an action — not necessarily doing something good but rather not doing something that might not be good.

When someone cuts you off in traffic, for example, you have the capability and maybe even the right to honk your horn and give the other driver the middle finger. But there is an inherent goodness to not doing those things, a goodness that does not achieve the desirable outcome, such as retribution or revenge, a goodness in absentia, goodness for goodness’ sake. We might describe this as gracious goodness.

As the omnipotent force in the universe, God, or whatever you want to call the law of nature, has the power to strike us down at any moment. But it is good that it usually doesn’t. We might cultivate and practice gracious goodness in our own lives, beginning with ourselves and moving outward into the world at large, doing good by simply not doing.

Elisabeth Perrault & Marion Wagschal, Constantly Shedding, Perpetually Becoming, Pangée, 18 September – 1 November 2025

Marion Wagschal, Colossus, 2016, Oil on canvas, 81″ x 65″ Pangée. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“The real world is not this world of light and colour; it is not the fleshy spectacle which passes before my eyes.”
—Maurice Merleau-Ponty, The World of Perception

O Give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good: for his mercy endureth forever.
—Psalm 107:1

What is natural might also be described as what is familiar.

Mark Fisher devoted a book-length study to differentiating the weird from the eerie. Neither of these phenomena seem natural to us, and thus they appear unfamiliar. The uncanny, however, is that which is either weird or eerie but also familiar and therefore comparatively natural.

We fill our time with attempts to perceive and interpret space and the things that occupy it, and ourselves in relation to these variables. We judge ourselves and each other upon arbitrary standards that are constructed socially and culturally and are subject to historical change.

One is known by the company one keeps, an age-old adage espouses. So, too, one is identified by their surroundings, the space that they occupy, the things that share that space, and the activities that transpire therein.

This is why gratitude and grace are of utmost importance. Whom or whatever is our company is that which reflects and shapes and constitutes us, that by which we recognize ourselves. And there is no greater gift than self-knowledge.◼︎

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Small Parts Isolated and Destroyed

Hesaitix with Laced and Amselysen, Espace SAT, 31 May 2025

Laced performs at Espace SAT, 31 May 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Look at me and watch yourself
Everyone is someone else
When you speak the echoes chime
The voice is yours, but the words are mine.
—Nomeansno, “Machine”

Perhaps the reason that everyone is so fascinated with the spat between the Orange Cheeto and Tech Bro Numero Uno is that we recognize the lowest form of petty squabble magnified and reflected in the behaviour of the world’s most powerful people. Reality TV has migrated to Truth Social and the network formerly known as Twitter and returned full circle back to reality.

In the beginning, God created man in His image. Now that man is in charge, we are finally free to fashion the Gods we deserve.

The Womb is a Room in Another Person, dir. Catherine Machado, Mission Santa Cruz, 4 June 2025

Lynley Traill (left) and Mariana Jiménez Arango (right) star in The Womb is a Room in Another Person. Photographed for NicheMTL.

I’m living in an age that
Screams my name at night
But when I get to the doorway
There’s no one in sight.
—Arcade Fire, “My Body Is a Cage.”

Practice makes perfect. So be careful what you practice.

Since 1957, Alan Belcher, Galerie Eli Kerr, 7 June – 24 July 2025

Eli Kerr (left) and Alan Belcher (right) at the vernissage for Since 1957 at Galerie Eli Kerr, 7 June 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Why shouldn’t everything we’ve constructed be deconstructed? What’s so special anyway about some abstract concept like democracy, or liberty, or justice? What’s so special about art when a crypto billionaire spends $6.2 million on a banana duct taped to the wall?

Later, that same crypto billionaire might spend $40 million on meme coins to attend a private dinner at Trump National Golf Club, effectively buying an audience with the leader of the so-called free world. Influence peddling is the highest artform of our era, an artform that requires highly specialized skills, and abundant material resources.

Ours would not be the first toxic civilization to fall away, and likely won’t be the last. Anyone who has seen the original Planet of the Apes knows that composition is inevitably followed by decomposition. It doesn’t matter whether these are good times or bad times or in between times. They won’t last.

Shapes with Thee Soreheads, Caniche, and Shunk, Van Horne Underpass, 7 June 2025

Shunk perform at the Van Horne Underpass, 7 June 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The other day I was searching for a CD amidst a pile of them that was taller than I am. Crouched on the floor trying to locate the spine of the album I was looking for, I raised my head just in time to see the entire stack come crashing down on me, one sharp plastic jewel case after another — Tom Waits, These New Puritans, Roger Waters — colliding with my forehead. It was slapstick. I walked around for three days with a discernible bump on my brow, wounded again by music.

I recounted this story afterwards to Gary Worsley, the proprietor of Cheap Thrills, to which he replied, “Good thing you don’t have much heavy metal in your collection.”

Superposition, Jinny Yu, Fondation Guido Molinari, 5 June – 24 August 2025

Marie-Eve Beaupré introduced Jinny Yu at the vernissage for Superposition at Fondation Guido Molinari, 5 June 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

You’ll never live like common people
You’ll never do whatever common people do
Never fail like common people
You’ll never watch your life slide out of view
And then dance and drink and screw
Because there’s nothing else to do.
—Pulp, “Common People.”

The last time you were here, walking hurriedly southward on Rue Dézéry from Métro Prefontaine, the snow was knee-high and it was Nuit Blanche and you were on your way to the same place that you are on your way to now, Fondation Guido Molinari, on the east end of Sainte-Catherine, a converted Spanish Bank in Hochelaga that housed the artist’s studio and living quarters while he was alive and now serves as a monument to his substantial legacy.

The air was painfully cold then, and the sidewalks were not cleared, except for the worn pathways of footprints that carved meandering makeshift snow trenches which deceived every second step into a potential broken ankle. The lamplight illuminated a sepia scene, and icicles hung from the most European of balconies in Canada, and you thought to yourself that you were fortunate to be living here in a city that prized arts and culture to such an extent as to celebrate Nuit Blanche with nighttime events at places like this.

Today, though, it is late spring, and the air is soft and warm and mild as baby’s breath — either the plant or the respiration — and songbirds are singing you on your way to your destination. Black girls in skin-tight spandex and white girls with naked tattooed arms sprouting from flowing sundresses walk before you down the one-way street, and beautiful girls’ backsides bounce on bicycle seats when they ride by, and you are grateful for Montreal’s crumbling and bumpy roads. An elderly woman in a purple robe and matching hair walks twin Scottish terriers on two lime-green leashes, smiling at you as she ambles past.

The scent of lilac overwhelms your olfactory sense, intermittently interrupted by the acrid stench of compost, because it is garbage day and the garbage collectors have left the tops of all the receptacles open to air out. You can smell the accumulated age of the neighbourhood, this time superimposed upon all the eras that came before it, the decomposing wood and musky tobacco fumes belching from open doors of flats with no air conditioning and out onto the sidewalks.

An ambient breeze carries puffs of pollen lazily through the park, where old men ride on reduced mobility scooters with high visibility vests wrapped around their seats. They smoke and are unshaven and sift through garbage cans gleaning empty beer bottles and cigarette butts that they can roll by hand back into smokable form.

It is 6:17pm and you are 17 minutes late. But it doesn’t matter right now because you feel alive and particularly present in a way that you haven’t in some time. You want to elongate everything about this moment, to remember the detail of every discrete sensation, to capture them as they wash away like grains of sand on some faraway beach.◼︎

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Cover image: Alan Belcher, Carbonara (2024), Carbon drawing on canvas with imported pancetta stagionata, egg yolk, pasta water, pecorino romano, agricola due leoni, olive oil, and black pepper. 18″ x 18″ x 2.25″

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Follow the Art: in conversation with Eli Kerr

Snow once again blankets the city on 6 March 2025 and Galerie Eli Kerr, the modest-sized exhibition space on St. Laurent Boulevard, is crammed to capacity with visitors.

So much so that it is practically impossible to get a good look at the artworks presented at the show, simply entitled Three, which collects three brass, pewter, and bronze reliefs by Maggy Hamel-Metsos, two black-and-white inkjet prints on paper by Geneviève Cadieux, and a solitary impressionistic image called a failure by the painter Liza Lacroix.

Patrons mill about with wine glasses and Montellier cans clutched in hand, double kissing, laughing, mingling in spirals. The curatorial project at work here is about what is on the walls, yes. But it is also sub-textually about gathering together this assemblage of Montreal’s visual arts crowd for whom an au courant vernissage is an event worth braving a late-winter blizzard.

Credit gallerist Eli Kerr — for both the walls and crowd.

Kerr, 36, is one of a handful of visionary Montreal-based curators generating a buzz on The Main and, in doing so, reinvigorating a sense of novelty and delight amidst a global downturn in the art world. Sales in the worldwide art market fell by 12% in 2024 according to a study commissioned by Art Basel and UBS.

Nonetheless, now might be the most opportune moment to helm a new venture in the workaday art sector, where transactions have actually increased, and in a city like Montreal, where art is valued by a wider swath of the general population.

“I thought it was a good time,” Kerr deadpans of his counterintuitively deliberated enterprise, “because this is all I know. I can’t compare it to better times.”

“I really like working directly with artists. We can make decisions much quicker.” Gallery view of the vernissage for “Three,” 6 March 2025. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Kerr relocated to St. Laurent in a storefront nestled between Mount-Royal and St. Joseph, right next door to kindred spirit Nicolas Robert, from a mezzanine-level gallery on Avenue du Parc that he opened during the coronavirus pandemic in 2020. A native Montrealer, Kerr was away at that time in Ontario, working through a graduate degree in Curatorial Studies at the University of Toronto.

“It made sense in uncertain times to head back to a place that one understood, and be home around my people,” says Kerr of his return five years ago. “My family, the artists, and the friends that I have. The first gallery came out of a sense of wanting to — needing to — do something.”

Kerr describes his initial commercial endeavour as no larger than a “parking space” that nonetheless allowed him to exhibit singular works of art in alternative ways, focussing specifically upon one sole piece, or a select assortment of them. And while museums and larger art centres were mandated by the government to be closed throughout the Covid crisis, street-level galleries like Kerr’s were among the few businesses allowed to remain in operation.

“I was able to walk this grey line,” recalls Kerr. “It provided that base necessity of being able to put on small-scale exhibitions. And then the opportunity to move to St. Laurent came up, and that opened up a lot of doors. I’m really committed to showing new work. Having artists show things they’ve never shown before. Departing from the precedent — that’s what we want to do in terms of exhibitions.”

Prior to being the proprietor of his own eponymous gallery, Kerr cut his teeth working as an assistant to a variety of local artists and eventually landing a job at Fonderie Darling. “I’ve been organizing exhibitions independently since about 2015,” Kerr tells me.

“There’s a world of insight you can gain working for people. But I’ve always found it hard to work in the arts for myriad reasons. It’s really tough to make a living. It’s tough to do the projects you want to do, in terms of artistic direction. The other option is working in a museum or in an artist-run centre. But you have to have a more by-committee way of making decisions and I really like working directly with artists. We can make decisions much quicker. We might be doing things totally backwards. But there’s an edge to that.”

Gallery view of “The Lion’s Share,” a solo exhibition by the photographer Fatine-Violette Sabiri. Photographed for NicheMTL.

At the St. Laurent location, Kerr represents nine artists, a small but robust stable of Francophone and Anglo, local and international talent. The current show on view is called “The Lion’s Share” by the photographer Fatine-Violette Sabiri, and Kerr gives me a walk-through of the gallery, describing what he finds fascinating about her works.

“A lot of the photographs are taken in these before-moments that are in the periphery to a main event,” he explains. “People preparing for a fashion show. There’s a bunch of horseback riders preparing for a competition. She’s looking at these side moments. It’s something spontaneous — and quite painterly.”

The curatorial turn more broadly betrays an impetus for the organization of people and things in a dynamic that implies a propensity for power, but reveals an aptitude for aesthetics. And Kerr possesses a keen eye and sensitivity for the artists and works of art he chooses to display in his space.

“It is such an intuitive process,” he says. “It takes a long time. The most important thing is the human relationship. You have to really want to live with their ideas. And vice versa. It’s a thick question. What I really like about our gallery is that everybody knows each other, more or less. There’s a certain chemistry in the group. It’s not just about the gallery’s relationship to each individual artist. We’re trying to make something where relationships emerge between the artists. I don’t think a lot of galleries work that way.”

While many of Kerr’s artists work within diverse media — sculpture, photography, ready-mades, drawing, and painting — there is a thread of contemporary relevance that sets his sights apart. Kerr seems to be acutely attuned to something in the zeitgeist of this precise place and time. A selection of Joyce Joumaa’s thermostat light boxes, for example, was acquired following her solo show last summer by the Musée d’art contemporain. Kerr’s is an artists’ art space that appeals not only to art lovers and collectors but also to art historians, musicians, writers, adjacent cultural workers, and most notably, his fellow curators.

“It’s been a nice surprise that the group of existing galleries has been very supportive of us,” says Kerr. “They frequent our gallery and come to our events. In most cases they are older than I am and have more experience. It is competitive — the perceived market is only so big. But at the end of the day, it’s good that we all support the same mandate of contemporary art. That does us all well.”

Kerr’s enthusiasm is infectious and evident in every subsequent show he produces. The next exhibition, he tells me, will showcase a series of artworks comprised of decomposing foodstuffs that the Torontonian artist Alan Belcher created. Still, Kerr’s affection for Montreal and the Plateau neighbourhood in particular is apparent in abundance.

“There’s a lot of energy here,” he observes. “It’s always been an exciting city that way. It’s interesting to think about the place of visual arts. But you have to follow the art.”◼︎

Since 1957, a solo exhibition by Alan Belcher opens 7 June and runs until 24 July 2025 at Galerie Eli Kerr, 4647 St. Laurent Boulevard.

Cover image: Eli Kerr photographed for NicheMTL.

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Paradise Now

L Con with Miel and Tenses, Marché des Possibles, 24 August 2024

Miel performs at Marché des Possibles, 24 August 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

In Paradise Now, the Oscar-nominated 2005 Palestinian film directed by Hany Abu-Assad, two lifelong friends, Said and Khaled, are recruited to carry out a suicide bombing mission in Tel Aviv.

At the time, the film was criticized for humanizing terrorism, potentially eliciting sympathy for radical acts of religious and political extremism, and concurrently praised for realistically characterizing the circumstances that lead to such desperate ends.

In the film, Jamal, the operation’s mastermind who represents a nameless guerrilla organization, convinces Said by telling him that a man who is unafraid of death is in true control of his life. Though the pair require little convincing, believing that martyrdom will imbue their ostensibly meaningless existence with a sense of higher purpose, this is the twisted logic that seals the deal.

19 years ago, when the film made its North American premiere at the Telluride Film Festival, the United States was still reeling from the September 11th attacks. Acts of terror were considered rare and isolated incidents. Today, we in the West are living under a climate of ambient terror in which the threat of localized destruction is low, but the mediation of war is ever-present.

The realities of combat — and the carnal horrors of violent death — are things that happen elsewhere, but never too far, dematerialized and yet ubiquitous. Their impressions upon us are both visceral and virtual. We cannot help but be traumatized and anaesthetized at once.

Luke Painter, Moving Images, Patel Brown, 29 August – 5 October 2024

Luke Painter gallery view at Patel Brown. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Following 9/11, the footage of the airplane striking the second tower played and replayed on an apparently endless loop via 24-hour news channels, producing what I call the “consensus image.” This establishing master shot became something like a brand, or better yet, a logo, immediately recognizable, transmissible, consumable.

Even eyewitnesses who were present that day in Manhattan described what they saw as like a scene from a disaster movie. The event itself was somehow less real than its replication, its proliferation, like the sting of a stubbed toe that’s only painful when the brain finally receives and decodes the message.

‘Ah yes, this is supposed to hurt,’ our nerves inform us, well after the initial shock of impact. This temporal interval is what creates the sensation of progression.

Cinema was composed of a series of still images that flickered like a flip book to life in real-time. Television is composed of a series of moving pictures, dancing electronic images that in their simultaneity and overabundance produce the impression of stasis.

Panorama: I’m Feeling Lucky, Timothy Thomasson & Tatum Wilson, SAT, 27 August 2024

In Slavoj Žižek’s extended 2002 essay on the September 11th attacks, entitled Welcome to the Desert of the Real, he predicts, alarmingly accurately in retrospect, what 21st Century warfare would come to look like.

“We are entering a new era of paranoiac warfare,” Žižek writes, “in which the greatest task will be to identify the enemy and his weapons. In this new warfare, the agents assume their acts less and less publicly … forming an ideal breeding-ground for conspiracy theories and generalized social paranoia.”

Jean-François Lauda, Eli Kerr, Vernissage, 13 September 2024

Jean-François Lauda gallery view at Eli Kerr. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The horse is prepared against the day of battle: but safety is of the Lord. —Proverbs 21:31

“Now what’s going to happen to us without barbarians? Those people were a kind of solution.” —C.P. Cavafy

The purpose of war in every century previous to our own seemed to be a paradoxical one: to prevent an even worse conflict.

The Second World War, for example, was justified to put a halt to the Holocaust and Hitler’s ruthless expansion into Eastern Europe. The Cold War was viewed as a deterrent to a larger and possibly nuclear war — surely a far harsher fate. As the old ideological axiom went, to secure peace, we must prepare for war.

However, war in the 21st Century appears to have only one goal: to perpetuate conflict, while guaranteeing its manageability at a purely bureaucratic level.

Just keep the temperature up while ensuring the water never boils out of the pot. As long as the explosions continue on the accepted field of battle — i.e. Ukraine, Gaza — war poses no problems and indeed yields dividends to the political and capital powers that reign today.

Particularly in the U.S., it won’t matter whether Donald Trump or Kamala Harris wins the presidency. Either one would benefit from a permanent state of war abroad.

The battles that rage now are designed not to end. Otherwise, they never would have begun.

Yves Charuest, out into, Interzone Editions (2024)

“In the history of art, late works are the catastrophes.” —Theodor Adorno

As he approached his final years, David Bowie’s compositions became evermore chaotic, wilder, influenced increasingly by disrupters and experimenters.

Bowie was always known as something of a vampire, feeding off and making palatable the avant-garde zeitgeist. In the late 1960s it was Syd Barrett and Marc Bolan. In the late 1990s it was Goldie and Trent Reznor.

However, in 2002, Bowie released arguably his most confounding album, Heathen. Superficially, the record sounded like an artist shifting into a more adult contemporary phase, adopting the vernacular of acolytes like Dave Grohl and The Pixies, whom he covered on the recording. But beneath the surface, it was apparent that Bowie was wrestling with something more profound, spiritual, and in doing so, discovering his own original voice, perhaps for the first time.

On his ultimate album, entitled Blackstar, Bowie consciously conjures the mythical archetype of Beethoven in late life — deaf, isolated, insane — abandoning any airs of pleasant or acceptable pop music.

The Palestinian-American philosopher Edward Said wrote in his 2006 book On Late Style: “Beethoven’s immobilized and socially resistant final works are at the core of what is new in modern music of our own time.”

Bowie’s final works are at the heart of what is postmodern in ours.◼︎

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Cover image: Michael Dumontier & Neil Farber, Animal Shapes (2021) Acrylic and ink on MDF, 24 x 24 in. Patel Brown. Photographed for NicheMTL.

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Our Side Has to Win

Joyce Joumaa, A Temporary Loss of Consciousness, Galerie Eli Kerr, Until 19 August 2024

Joyce Joumaa, Solar Panel Screen Installation, Galerie Eli Kerr. Photographed for NicheMTL.

50 or so species of ants have been known to practice various forms of what we might consider slavery.

Aphids, the minuscule insects that suck sap from plants and flower petals, produce honeydew as waste matter. So, farmer ants collect colonies of these sugar-making aphids and mine them for their sweet excess nectar.

Scientists call this a “symbiotic” or “mutualistic” relationship because the farmer ants exhibit a protective kind of behaviour, often moving their aphid populations to new and more fertile ground and shielding them from other predators.

But farmer ants also act violently to keep their aphid populations under strict control, deliberately clipping their wings so they can’t escape, and secreting a tranquilizing chemical from their feet which makes them docile, continuously producing sap for their Formicidae masters.

The Polyergus genus of ants go one step further, enslaving other ant species to perform virtually every aspect of work life for them — from cleaning their nests to taking care of their young and even feeding them. Polyergus are so reliant upon slave populations that they no longer do anything autonomously; they exist solely to raid, entrap, and subjugate other ants.

Even though they should be capable of overcoming their attackers in sheer number and physical force, researchers discovered that Polyergus discharge a compound called a “Propaganda pheromone” that confuses their prey, disorganizing and preventing them from mounting an effective defence. The Polyergus then steal their pupae and larvae to raise them on their own as slaves, consuming some of them along the way as they travel in columns back to their colonies.

Ants have yet to develop a governing moral character that, for instance, regulates the media, or prohibits chemical warfare and kidnapping, or condemns slavery, cannibalism, and colonialism.

Nature’s dystopian brutality unfolds for ants with quotidian banality.

Yuki Isami, Club Montréal TD, 1 July 2024

Yuki Isami performs at Club Montréal TD, 1 July 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The only time I was ever in prison was to visit and interview the author and famous Canadian bank robber, the late Stephen Reid. I somehow knew or at least suspected that he smoked cigarettes, so I brought a few packs of American Spirits as a gift. Even if he didn’t smoke, I thought, he could at least trade them for something else he was addicted to.

Of course he wanted them, and over four of the most interesting hours of my life, the two of us chain-smoked one after another after another in the yard of the William Head Institution on the south-westernmost coast of Vancouver Island. “Doing time is easy,” Reid wrote in his 2012 book A Crowbar in the Buddhist Garden, “quitting cigarettes is hard.”

One of the most surprising things Reid told me was that he wasn’t unhappy in jail. He rather preferred its routine to the chaos of civilian life.

The Persian-born autodidact Doris Lessing observes in her Massey Lecture, broadcast on the CBC in 1985, “We are all of us, to some degree or another, brainwashed by the society we live in.” Some forms of brainwashing are benign, while others can manifest in innocent people confessing to crimes they never committed, and even killing in the name of cult, country, or king.

“The best we can hope for,” says Lessing, “is that a kindly friend from another culture will enable us to look at our culture with dispassionate eyes.”

Angela Grauerholz, Ellipses, Blouin | Division, Until 31 August 2024

“The blur gives a veil to what you’re looking at. I do like that.” Photographed for NicheMTL.

“It’s a little bit of a thing that I have,” the photographer Angela Grauerholz tells me behind the scenes at her exhibition’s vernissage.

“Doors and windows, the scrim or screen that sometimes happens, the blur gives a veil to what you’re looking at. I do like that. I do like putting some kind of device between the viewer and the actual image, to just give a moment of arrest.”

Joep Beving, Le Gesù, 30 June 2024

Joep Beving signs an autograph for a fan. Photographed by Darragh Kilkenny-Mondoux for NicheMTL.

In the third episode of the classic British series The Prisoner entitled “A, B, and C,” the character known as Number Six, a former spy-turned-inmate, is administered three doses of a powerful drug that allows his controller, Number Two, to view and manipulate his dreams on a TV screen.

For three consecutive nights, Number Six dreams of attending a garden party where he encounters three of his former colleagues, each of them a potentially suspect collaborator, while Number Two seeks “information” on the reason behind Number Six’s resignation.

A doctor called Number 14 delivers this experimental truth serum via injections to Number Six’s wrist, which he eventually discovers, replacing the purple drug with water on the third attempt, finally thwarting the mind-control experiment.

In each episode of the psychedelic drama, which plays out something like Gilligan’s Island on acid, Number Six attempts to discover who is ultimately in control of the island-prison, called “The Village.”

He repeatedly asks Number Two, a character played by a different actor in each episode: “Who is Number One?” And over and over, the answer he receives is a cryptic non-sequitur: “You are Number Six.”

In the end, just a slight change of inflection, a strategically placed comma, reveals a clue to the riddle’s solution.

Biennale Elektra — Illusion, Arsenal, Until 21 July 2024

Still image from Slow Track by Timothy Thomasson. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Then the proud waters had gone over our soul. Blessed be the Lord, who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth. Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped. —Psalm 124:5-7

Amidst this year’s assemblage of ultra-contemporary, technologically assisted, and artificially intelligent art, which gives a cumulative affective impression approaching Homer Simpson’s website, is a thoughtfully produced and quietly executed video entitled Slow Track by the young artist Timothy Thomasson, an infinite scene which recedes deliberately and hypnotically through familiar-feeling tableaux representing, as the accompanying text aptly describes, “nowhere in particular.”

This gently profound work is a welcome exodus from the hyperactive and overstimulating tendencies characterizing digital art today.◼︎

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Cover image: Angela Grauerholz, La Compteuse 2/5, 2018, Inkjet prints, 45 1/4 x 65 1/4 in. Photographed for NicheMTL.

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