Nancy Friedland, Artist – Toronto
Nancy Friedland is an artist investigating narrative, landscape, and darkness in her work. After studying photography at the Ontario College of Art and Design she completed her MFA at the Rochester Institute of Technology as a Sir Edmund Walker Scholar. She has received grants from the Ontario Arts Council and the Canada Council for the Arts, and has exhibited across Canada and internationally. In the past three years she has been exploring these same preoccupations through paint. Working mostly with her own photographs as source material, she is drawn to the magic that happens in the flawed translation from one medium to the next. Her work can be seen in Toronto at United Contemporary in the group exhibition The Auto Show until February 29 and in her solo exhibition Between Dog and Wolf at Samara Contemporary until March 22.
- Katharine Mulherin
KM sat on my shoulder watching me work long before she died. I wanted her approval from the moment I met her waiting tables in her turquoise velvet jeans. I miss her and everything that she was. This article by the incomparable Katrina Onstad details the role that KM played in the making of the Toronto art scene and what she meant to us.
- My Year of Rest and Relaxation
Can you write about depression and drug abuse, and be funny? Yes, apparently you can! I’m not finished this book by Ottessa Mossfegh and I’m scared of how it might end, but I’m along for the ride. The writing is so good that I feel duped into thinking I’m enjoying watching a soul as she toils in the very depths of despair and loneliness.
My photography eyeballs are pretty middle aged – mature even – but my painting brain is young and nubile. I love discovering what other people are making, like twenty-seven-year-old Claudia Keep from Virginia, who I found through the Instagram.
- The gloaming
The space between. The liminal. “L’heure entre chien et loup” is the French expression describing twilight; not day, not night, when the shape you see could be either a dog or a wolf.
I think about light all the time. I spot little jewels of light in the window of a dark house. Darkness allows the mind to wander, but it is given shape by light. The moon, the porch light, fireworks – without them the darkness spills out forever into the universe, unfettered. I paint to delineate the edges of that darkness, to carve out little patches of light, bursts of joy and moonlight, that help give shape to the night.