A Sign for multiculturalism

I was lost in thought, staring off when one of the buttons I wore on my knapsack began to attract my attention. It was a button for multiculturalism; it was round with the four colours red, yellow, back, and white. And it was divided into four sections by cross hairs. (see below) Immediately I began to notice how the geometry of this symbol was more significant of boundaries, separation, and imposed structure. Each colour having no hope of ever integrating with the others. The language of the geometry seemed to separate the colours in a way we would not like to see people segregated. And as we know in the world around us there are many blends of these segmented cultures that enrich each other when permitted. The design above is taken from the original, but I have folded the geometry in on itself. Now each colour in the wheel of diverse peoples radiates from an eternal band encompassing all. The segments folding in on their neighbours, like a mother and child. Coming together in a central point the colour radiates back out again showing motion/growth to continue this endless cycle of becoming.







This is the original button.

Ojibwa fisherman

OJIBWA FISHERMAN CHRISEDDY

Surfaces-Rock

Wiarton Inspiration

INTO THE LIGHT CHRISEDDY

Wiarton Inspiration

SPIRIT ROCK, WIARTON. ONTARIO CHRISEDDY

Wiarton Inspiration

WATER AND LIGHT CHRISEDDY

THE OFFICAL CHRISEDDY WEB SITE

Please take time away from this enormous textual progression to enjoy the new chriseddy website

chriseddy.ca

"Forest and Salmon" with artist chriseddy in the James Street North studio

NEoTeXt 22

WAIT NOT

Waiting on the street
A broken sign
People imagined move
In the daylight shadows
He walks in circles
Not moving
His feet the concrete
Ideas of his wait
Waste non becoming
Slowing time to
The insane clang
Of a frozen second
Blinded to joy
So unfortunate
To not have
The key
Forget waiting

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Tree Mandala

chriseddy
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ON ARTIST'S SUSTAINABILITY

FACT: The public has a genuine interest in other people.

FACT: The public uses people (artists) as a gateway to art.

FACT: The public shows no interest in galleries.

Yet the media promotes the galleries and the galleries promote the art.
How is the public going to find their way into these galleries if they don't have a person (artist) to create a bridge to the work?
If the proven committed artists in the community are not promoted there will be no sustainability for artists, no art community beyond the hobbyist’s, and nothing much for self aggrandizing galleries to do but throw parties for friends.

NeoTEXT 21

Power = Sadness

When
Desire is
In flow
Joy is
So
Fragile

"Put down that pen
And hurry along"

ON ART

ART is not, the subject art

Woven Architecture2

Woven Architecture 2

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man flower becomings

Chrysanthemum Man/Flower becomings

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Twin thoughts on knowledge

THE MORE ROOMS, SPACES, PLACES, YOU BUILD IN YOUR HEAD/THOUGHTS/MIND THE MORE TERRITORY YOU HAVE TO WANDER,STORE, AND LIVE IN.


NO GREATER LENS IS THERE THAN THE MIND'S INFINITE BECOMING.
chriseddy

Enslaved

ENSLAVED
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neOteXt 20

Desire lies

I wish I heard voices in my head
Whispers shouts screams and rants
I wish the schizophrenic me
Would rise and tell me
What I refuse to know
Desire lies
A two fold story

But I just hear the one
You are reading
The all of mes
Endless thoughts
Craving more
Stirring pots
For new recipes

So this drone must continue
At least until I die
Inside I am always thinking
Desire lies
Paths of flight feel good

For all the multiplicities
The text continues that is I
A binding force
An illusion of oneness
Nevertheless

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Jewel

JEWEL

neoTEXT 19

Mother Earth We

Mother Earth
Molten Iron core
Deep beneath
A skin
Of rock
My skin
Cuts
Bleeds
With iron oxide
Red
The compass spins
To the earths rotation
The geese migrating
Along
Magnetic vibration
The weak force
Emulation from Terra’s heart
Voices from the fiery center
Speak
Through my
Vein’s
Pulse
Mother earth
And I
One


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