This blog was created as a tie in to my graphic novel(la) series Threshold, an ongoing project first initiated in the final year of my BFA. This series, and contextual material surrounding it, is currently forming the bulk of my MA practice. Central to the series is the city of Threshold: a topographically unstable and ever-shifting morass of in-between and tranistory spaces that silts into existence at narrative peripheries.

The intent is to create a space where the city of Threshold, and the conceptual basis behind it, can be fleshed out in greater detail than is possible in the graphic novel format, and to tie in some of the other projects involving the city that are only alluded to elsewhere.

All completed installments of the series can be viewed on this blog, while printed copies are available at http://stores.lulu.com/arcanestudios or through APE Games at http://www.ookoodook.com/.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Invisible Cities p.1

This is the first in a series of blog posts connected to the exhibition Invisible Cities at the Art Gallery of St Albert. Each work in the exhibition is accompanied by 3 QR codes that reveal fragments of the stories of three characters exploring the spaces or situations pictured. Each of these fragments, along with the associated image, is posted below.

Topographic Shift
Drypoint
2011

 
The Huntress
As she peered over the fence and across the vacant lot, she beheld a roiling amalgam of corridors and houses jostling her familiar skyline out of the way in an unruly fashion. She watched quizzically for a moment, then hauled herself over the fence, landing with a soft thud in the scattered rubble.
The Thaumaturge
His mismatched feet whispered along streets of polished bone as he sought to lose himself in strange directions and unnatural angles, shedding his surroundings like dead skin. He did not look back.
The Comica
One, two, three, slid door locks opening into the garden. One, two, three, clicked her heels on the crushed gravel path. One, two, three, counting boughs on her way to the water. One, two, three, four skipped the stone spun out of her hand. Disaster.

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