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Rach ll Viad r Knowl s
I was born British and half Mauritian. Fat baby, bald scalp, an uncanny
offspring of Winston Churchill. Many moons of art schools in Cymru and Windsor,
Ontario. I am living in Canada now, in big sky country, amongst grass, flatlands
and farm folk – but I do miss old blighty. I go back to Cardiff as
much as I can; it’s my point of origin. I show my installations and
wordy artworks in many lands, on my own and in groups, to all who will look,
surf, inhabit and find. I am a prof at the U of R and I fill my classroom
with all kinds of wonky marginalia. Art is it, that which sits right bang
wallop in my soul…. my roots, my bag, my way of knowing. And MAN can
I talk about it, it's all about words pour moi.
J nny L vison
A child of cold northlands, I took chalk to rock from my first days, writing,
writing, words, music. Inspiration struck at four, and thus sprang many
parlor room hits, most notably Kitty Cat, Kitty Cat and Ducky,
Ducky. I still and always did go for musicals in show halls, skating
on a frog pond, and playing outdoor sports with tall hardy boys. Many days,
many jobs – immigrant rights, labor organizing, building with wood
(walls, roofs, windows, doors,) family planning, singing, acting, and showing
films by throwing light onto blank walls. Now I craft dramas – plays
and films (fiction and non.) I got my BA in Anthropology from a school in
a boot factory town, and my MFA in Dramatic Writing from NYU. |