For the length of a year, a big swath of blue scaffolding netting hung on one side of the building at the corner of Yates and Langley. I encountered it every day to and from work, and quickly became enraptured by the big blue and how the wind moved through and with it. Its invitation to pause and notice my surroundings transformed that generic city street into a space that felt profoundly comforting, and which held my queer and often tired body with a softness that eluded me elsewhere. –Kara (carrying wind, for now) looks to recreate this space through works that attend to the wind and the ways in which it, in turn, calls us to attend to our bodies. For queer folks and others who find themselves tired, overwhelmed, or ill at ease in historically antagonistic city spaces, the ever-present wind on these territories invites a heightened awareness of the body, and a familiar feeling of being enmeshed in forces outside of your control. And yet, the wind is also a reminder of the land’s power to disrupt and transform the built environment around us. How, then, might tracing its movement become a comfort, allowing us to see where care gives and falls away from us? Through an audio soundscape and poetry zine (Kara) and ink illustrations (Meagan), the artists trace impressions of the wind as it carries feeling between bodies, fills and leaves fabrics. Alongside these pieces,... read more...