Arteles Catalogue 2023-2020
Arteles Creative Center's residency artists and their projects 2023-2020
Arteles Creative Center's residency artists and their projects 2023-2020
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Silence Awareness Existence program / FEBRUARY <strong>2023</strong><br />
Catherine Arseneault<br />
Canada<br />
www.catherinearseneault.com<br />
About<br />
Through a variety of photographic techniques, I explore<br />
the intuitive nature of intrapersonal communication and<br />
internal dialogue. My practice is essentially a regurgitation<br />
of overanalyzed affective mindscapes and self imposed<br />
anxieties. My creative process is fuelled by an incessant<br />
need to evaluate and understand my own realities/memories.<br />
Instinctively, my work is the result of thoughts of thoughts;<br />
concepts of concepts; and interpretations of interpretations.<br />
My pieces represent fetishized stories, imagined spaces or<br />
scrutinized memories.<br />
Often accompanied by words or sound and sometimes video,<br />
my photographs act as filters: they speak with boundaries;<br />
they purify contaminated ideas; they allow me to voice and<br />
make tangible very specific instances of ambiguous contexts<br />
and ephemeral moments. The inclusion of words and sound<br />
serve to divulge additional information related to my imagery.<br />
They attempt to clarify my perceived realities. However, my<br />
work tends to remain rather cryptic.<br />
By exposing ruminating thoughts - as wavering as they<br />
can be - I hope my work is able to create links between my<br />
subjective realities and those of who contemplate/participate<br />
in my work.<br />
In no particular order<br />
I brought images from home and collected images from here<br />
- to bring home - to remember this distance. To make links<br />
with images. To put two places together.<br />
It was windy that day. I went into the trees. I sat up against<br />
one’s truck. It was swaying in the wind. Can I look at you<br />
again? Would you sit and be silent with me? Would you look<br />
out at the landscape with me? The birds were all around<br />
today. I found bones. The fog came.<br />
Going past where the power lines reach and taking a walk<br />
to where the rivers meet - a conflux is a merging of rivers.<br />
Otherwise in salty waters, under a hot sun, feeling sand<br />
between my toes. The way the light can shine sometimes.<br />
How it enters a room and makes dust particles shimmer. Or<br />
how it makes shadows dance in the wind. The window divides<br />
my view into six panes. Anxiety. Pain. Fear. Embarrassment.<br />
Frustration. Worry.<br />
It’s nice to think in maybes. Possibilities. Each for different<br />
reasons. The ones I hardly ever see - but think about often.<br />
The old house I live in, with its creaky floors and old light<br />
fixtures. The lady I noticed yesterday with a really tight perm<br />
and perfect deep red lipstick. Some things can be so perfect.<br />
Like curiosity and something about the splendour of it all…<br />
The tulips died beautifully.<br />
I read that observation changes what is being observed.