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“50 Artworks. 50 Tickets. 1 Night”

After years of frugal contemplation, I finally decided to splurge for the $375 ticket to Open Studio’s annual fundraising event, “Editions.”  The concept behind this 30 year tradition is simple and exciting- your admission not only entitles you to free wine and delicious munchies, but it also guarantees that you will leave the party with an original piece of printed art. After about an hour of mingling, perusing the art, and composing their recommended “top ten list,” each couple with an art draw ticket (one ticket admits two to the event) is summoned to participate in the hour long draw.

lorna livey

The mechanization of the art draw mirrors the astute organization required for many printing processes. After a participant’s number is drawn, they are corralled into a small queue in which to wait. When it’s time, the partners have precisely one minute to choose an artwork. The couple is followed by an Open Studio volunteer, white gloved and ready to remove the print of their choice from the wall. Whatever remains of the exhibition at that time is up for grabs.


Last night, the gallery was charged with anticipation and a mild swelter. My own number was called about three quarters of the way through the draw. The disappointment in seeing my top choices peeled off the wall was mitigated not only by the free wine but also the camaraderie formed with those around me who emitted pained sighs at the same time as my own.

This year was the first year for the event to be held at Open Studio, which allowed visitors to wander amidst the presses and even witness a traditional lithography demonstration. Additional prints by members and non-members were for sale, and a raffle for various prizes took place at the end of the night.

The artworks are donated from a wide selection of artists both emergent and well-established. Here is a selection of a few more of the works which were available last night.



I ended up taking home this beautiful work by Loree Ovens. I look forward to her upcoming show in the fall at David Kaye Gallery.


Matt Bahen

I’m embarrassed to admit how long it’s been since I’ve been planning to post an article about Matt Bahen. I first became interested in him after last year’s “After Wolves” solo show at Le Gallery. The massive, heavily impasto pieces appealed to my strong love of dystopic fiction, as the scenes alternated between barren Canadian landscapes and demolished interiors- often with dogs standing or fighting within them. Similar motifs dominated the work in his show at the MacLaren Art Centre in Barrie this summer. In the show you may have unfortunately just missed “Striking fire out of Rock,” at Le Gallery, Bahen has expanded his thematic repetoire to include empty ships and ubiquitous fleets of starlings. Apparently, according to gallery director Wil Kucey, the dog paintings were so popular that Bahen was at risk of becoming seen more of a crafter of candid canines than the serious conceptualist that I know him to be.



My second admission is that I’m writing this as my nearly two-year-old daughter is curled up in her stroller- which is parked in the living room- slumbering amidst dry coughing fits that haven’t quite woken her yet. She tends to want me to lay with her while we nap, though sometimes she falls asleep in her stroller, especially if I prime her with some of the froth from my latte, that said, my time is always limited. (the people at Crafted must think I’m nuts to be feeding a toddler coffee!)  So, with my apologies, most of the following article is taken from the visit I paid to Bahen’s Toronto studio last winter to see him in action, with photos from his shows at Le Gallery and the Maclaren Art Centre.


Striking Fire out of Rock 

Matt Bahen’s instructions on how to get to his studio swam through my mind as I struggled to maintain my balance while walking down an icy downtown Toronto alleyway. “There’s no number and no street name, but it’s not hard to find.” I was beginning to doubt this advice until I heard opera music blaring from behind a slightly open doorway.  “It’s Rossini, the Arias”, Bahen explains to me. “My buddy Steve left it here, I’m gonna get myself sophisticated,” he scoffs wryly, taking an urgent final drag of his cigarette.

Bahen appears much more humble than sophisticated. Dressed in plain black jeans, brown leather shoes and a functionally warm fleece sweater this artist’s common appearance belies the contemplative depths yet to be revealed later in our conversation. His studio is also unassuming.  His massive oil paintings are stacked against the walls in various states of completion and the floor is littered with containers of unknown article.  Basketball-sized mounds of excess paint are piled on a board in the centre of the space and in one corner there is a pile of hundreds of empty tubes of oil paint. The overwhelming smell of oil is the only thing warm about the studio.


As it the Noise were Thunder

Bahen pulls up a fold out chair for me and places it beside a tiny propane heater on the floor. In front of me is a nearly finished painting of one of his interiors. The scene portrays a once brilliant cathedral, now derelict.  Three stray dogs wander amidst the rubble on the floor of the church. The dystopic implication of these dogs was what initially drew me to Bahen’s work.  Never overt characters in the pieces, their presence within the broken interiors is immediately suggestive of a society no longer in control. Bahen points out that his interiors are full of light and life, and notes that the dogs represent a Virgil type character- to be trusted and feared simultaneously.

His unpopulated landscape works are somehow even less hopeful.  Painted in the same masterfully controlled yet excessively impasto style, in them we are thrust into grey, skyless mid-season desolation. Unlike the Group of Seven’s conceptualization of the untamed Canadian landscape, blooming with full colour palettes, these works are unconcerned with the viewer’s appreciation of actual wilderness that is often portrayed. Rather, Bahen is using his tormented muse to inspire works which provoke feelings of discomfort in the viewer. Bahen mentions a recent trip up to Orillia, “It all looks crummy up there. It is BLEAK. It takes grit to live here.”

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And this man is no stranger to bleak. Having worked as an outreach street worker in downtown Toronto for the last nine years it’s easy to imagine why Bahen needs to have a beer in hand while creating what essentially seem to be visceral studies in suffering. He explains that his initial subjects for painting were war based- jets, snipers, armies, but after working so closely with Toronto’s least privileged, he eventually withdrew from the obvious subject matter of war in favour of more abstract emotional renditions.


When the Stars threw down their Spears

Currently, Matt Bahen is preparing for his second solo exhibition at Munch Gallery in New York at the end of April.

the weight of light

The Weight of Light

There are a bunch of fantastic exhibitions happening in Toronto at present. Stay tuned for another nap-time review prior to the new year.

Dorian FitzGerald at Clint Roenisch

Dorian FitzGerald will be hosting his second solo show, Honi Soit Qui Mal Y Pense, at Toronto’s Clint Roenisch Gallery tonight, Friday November 18, 2011.  Continuing with his familiar theme of excess, the monumental high-gloss acrylic paintings featured in the exhibition are completed in FitzGerald’s trademark technique using clear caulking to separate sections of colour within the piece. While in the past the artist has explored relics of  lost empires and collapsed pop-icons, this show will focus on the horded hauteur within the world’s more royally endowed lineages.

The artist will be in attendance for the opening tonight at Clint Roenisch Gallery, 944 Queen Street West.