Or, maybe, curtained holes in walls.
Category Archives: Alcove
constructed form, materiality, time
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Tagged 2022, amy vaillancourt
the grey wall at the back by the computers
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May 14, 2019 in Alcove, All posts
Tagged 2019, amy vaillancourt, neon light, screen-print
beach glare and blue screens
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Tagged 2018, alcove, beach chairs, collage, conversation
light in the darkness
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February 8, 2018 in Alcove, All posts
Tagged 2018, andrew ryan, ski hill
collecting
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February 8, 2018 in Alcove, All posts
Tagged 2018, country rust, digital, dust pan, staples
wish you were here
for prosperity
3 wheeled bicycle
jerry can, sandy beach
tricycle, chair
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Posted in Alcove, All posts, Nyx and Wren
Raft 2014
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Posted in Alcove, All posts, Nyx and Wren
Tagged 2014, 35mm black and white, alcove, rafting, the gatineau river, the Ryans
river piano
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Posted in Alcove, Double Exposure
Tagged alcove, amy vaillancourt, Denis Ryan, raft 2014
Ouija
superstitious
bike gang
when alcove comes to montreal.
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February 16, 2014 in Alcove, Montreal
Tagged andrew ryan, kirk irwin, Sean McDonald, uncle denis
glass candy
Much like the movement of bodies of water, the overwhelming volume of experience and space leave us connected with the past, present and future.
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Tagged 35mm, alcove. jessica fahey, alexandra mc, amy vaillancourt, black and white, fisheye, siobhan mcpherson, Vanessa Morrell
before the rain
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Tagged 35mm. 2012. double exposure, lilly pads, Listpoem, low, nyx, wren
murky waters
backyard adventures
with prying eyes
and fluttering hearts
morning in alcove
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Tagged 2012, alcove, amy vaillancourt, floating sauna, Listpoem, raft
take a seat, i’ve got two
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May 8, 2012 in Alcove, Montreal
Tagged Listpoem, love chairs, montreal, two chairs
end of the line
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Tagged 35mm. 2011, alove, boat, house, Jessica Fahey, nyx, river
hidden treasures
uncle denis is a celebrity in a certain part of the world. his eccentric lifestyle and dangerous sense of thrills have earned him many an article in the local news. but there are many other stories ones that no one hears, ones that warm your heart.
this pool in his backyard is hidden, lying dormant like a childhood dream. the water so thick with tadpoles and frogs that it hums and croaks with life. a creation inspired by both the savage and myth.
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Tagged amy vaillancourt, backyard frog pool, Denis Ryan, holga camera, nyx
recolter
arrival of the salted summer month
in this sweet summer
in this wind and wake
on this beaming bow
on this life to take
in the last warm month
you salt excess fish
you’re brown and restless
keen to any wish
it’s the sought out height
oh the hearts thunder
you capture your light
for winter’s plunder
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Tagged amy vaillancourt, harvest, Listpoem, recolt, the gatineau river
welcome home to alcove
every season is Junk’s favorite season, but when the sun is shining in Alcove , Junk is particularly alluring.
magpies crash, from glinting metal escaping through patches of rust,
Junk cars arrive unannounced in the night to huddle with each other,
my heart, your junk
my heart, your junk
and then across the farm point bridge.
Frankie lays watch on an eerie untouched hill
each rusting souvenir, chest forward, head strong,
remains unmovable, proud and lost, in Alcove.
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Tagged amy vaillancourt, farmpoint, frankie, secret quarry, witch graveyard
Bird of Prey
Discovered in the attic of a grandfather house.
it has slowly decomposed allowing the feather to reveal
the fleshy straw of its innards, much like a vulture.
A few wires cage its fragility though it is paraded about town in the passenger seat of a car.
I had been warned not to look into its eyes; I dared and I saw their glassy truth.
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Tagged amy vaillancourt, andrew ryan, attic, bird of prey, construction, fall, Listpoem, quebec, uncle denis