Category: Literature

  • Displacement and Chaos

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    I still recall my very first lecture and my very first assignment at The University of Auckland. After transferring from a practical, secure science major with abundant job prospects to an arts degree in English Literature, many people probably thought I had completely lost my mind. And who could blame them?

    However, as I sat in that large lecture theatre, a gazillion miles from home, I remember being overcome with emotion. I was in a creative writing course with hundreds of other students (both domestic and international), many of whom are probably spending their days at so-called dead end jobs, stringing together paycheck after paycheck, while our engineering and commerce peers surely have the last laugh. Nevertheless, there is something to be said about being able to write. It’s a skill that many well-educated individuals fail to possess. This article in the New York Times sums it up quite nicely: “No one has found a way to put a dollar sign on this kind of literacy, and I doubt anyone ever will. But everyone who possesses it — no matter how or when it was acquired — knows that it is a rare and precious inheritance.”

    While at home in Yorkton, I came across this exegesis I had written as part of my first creative writing assignment. We were required to assemble a portfolio of work encompassing the four genres of writing we had studied (poetry, multimedia, short fiction and screenplay). My multimedia, due to its personal relevance, never fails to reconcile my belief that I made the right decision to pursue an arts degree.

    Anyway, I’ll include my original draft. Sure, it’s not perfectly written. There are gaps. But this was my first assignment, and my justification for leaving home:

    “The experience of living abroad has substantially transformed my goals and perspective. Being a Canadian in New Zealand is simultaneously rewarding and frightening, as I aim to communicate through ten paintings (four of which are present before you now.) I have photographed (and attached images) of the six additional paintings in places that demonstrate my familiarity with displacement. They are not being presented to you in one piece (or at the same time) because they are relentlessly in transition, much like myself. I have not settled in one country, but regularly travel back home while continuing my studies at the University of Auckland. Keeping the paintings together would contradict their fundamental purpose of illustrating my longing for each country, and the chaos I endure when absent from either.

    As I embark on a lengthy journey, I hold a painting depicting Saskatchewan’s wheat fields that extend along each highway. Following twenty-four hours of travel time, I will land in Saskatoon on Saturday afternoon. Shortly after emerging from the airport, this art work will be photographed at my destination.

    The painting featuring a runway and an airplane taking flight will be photographed from outside a window at the Auckland International Airport prior to the first leg of my travel itinerary. This canvas is peering out at a world of possibility, establishing its place on this earth. Geographically, Canada and New Zealand sit exceedingly far from one another. In my heart, however, they are intimately connected. While I do not have family here, I have developed close relationships with many New Zealand citizens and fellow travellers who share my love for this place.

    The physical separation of these paintings is comparable to my personal displacement. Half of my heart will always remain in Saskatchewan, alongside my family and childhood friends. The other half belongs in New Zealand, representing my desire of not being confined to what is familiar and recognizable. The displacement began in 2009 when I initially visited New Zealand on a study abroad exchange.

    The graffiti exercise presented during tutorial inspired the use of placement and exposure in my work. I decided to photograph my paintings across two continents to demonstrate the extent to which an idea can travel. With each kilometre travelled, the paintings evolve, and develop new and exciting connotations. The mapping exercise conducted in tutorial was equally effective. It enabled me to expand on the idea of a traditional map. Scattering paintings throughout the Southern and Northern Hemispheres manifest distance and displacement on a realistic and larger scale. Additional inspiration came from Allen Say’s Grandfather’s Journey, one of my favourite pieces of children’s literature. Many of the themes present in this story, cross-cultural experiences, intergenerational relationships, and family history are personally relevant.

    Following the migration of my Ukrainian ancestors to Canada, my extended family is grounded in Saskatchewan. My love for New Zealand’s vast beauty has stirred perplexity amongst my relatives who feel resiliently connected to their homeland. While I thoroughly enjoy my visits home, I have never regretted this decision to live in another distant country.”

  • Putting on the Fitz

    Putting on the Fitz

    “I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

    -F. Scott Fitzgerald

    Thursday marked the end of my editorial internship with Weddingbells magazine. It was a bittersweet last day at the office, the place where I’ve spent the past four months; the place where I thought I’d figure it all out. As it turns out, life isn’t that simple or straightforward. I was sent on my merry way with a big bag of luxury beauty products (including a gorgeous Chanel lipstick that I didn’t know how to open due to my inexperience with Chanel products.) So, regardless of my mixed emotions about my future, I will be temporarily distracted testing out some of these fabulous new products. And despite my confusion, I am thankful for this wonderfully positive experience in such a fun, lighthearted office.

    While I don’t want (read: can’t afford) to waste any time jumping into a new job, I also need to find something that relates to my strengths and passions. And with today’s ever-depressing job market, I know finding ANY job with an English degree won’t exactly be a walk in the park. I know I’m a strong writer, but I’m a better editor. I love putting words on paper in an attempt to express my mind’s innermost workings. However, what I enjoy even more is improving a piece of writing that has the potential to be amazing. This leads me to my next endeavour, which will be editing and (hopefully) publishing Nick’s mother’s first novel on Amazon! Admittedly, I have only read the first two chapters, but I already have no doubt it will be a fascinating, gripping read. It’s a piece of historical fiction and like any great novel, the first chapter will have you hooked. I won’t reveal anything else at this point, but it’s going to be GOOD.

    IN OTHER NEWS: Baz Luhrmann’s “The Great Gatsby” was released in Toronto last night! And there was no way I was waiting one more day to see my favourite American novel being put to the Hollywood test. I was introduced to Fitzgerald’s third novel in high school by my favourite English teacher. She absolutely abhorred the character of Daisy Buchanan, and could not understand my fascination with this seemingly banal and evidently careless, heartless woman. But back to Luhrmann’s film. Yes, it was gaudy and at times, tacky. Yes, it was drawn out and exhausting. And no, I wasn’t sure whether Luhrmann (who directed Romeo & Juliet and Moulin Rouge) was criticizing 1920s American consumerism or fetishing it. But I think that’s what made it such a rollercoaster ride. Regardless of its imperfections, I held my breath as Daisy and Gatsby were reunited for the first time in five years, I grimaced during every single scene that featured Myrtle, and scowled whenever Tom Buchanan spoke. And you’d better believe I cried like a little baby at the end. DiCaprio was BRILLIANT (as always) and Mulligan was just dysfunctional and vapid enough to be believable as Daisy Buchanan. Tobey Maguire, as Nick Carraway, was absolutely phenomenal, and if I wasn’t a fan of his work before, I am now. I could ramble on and dilute this post that is SUPPOSED to be about the end of my internship, however, I’ll stop and tell you to  STAY TUNED for my actual review, which I will post tomorrow!

    For now, I’ll leave you with this quote from a review by The Independent: “Leonardo DiCaprio segues with utter conviction in the title role, from the suave, semi-mythical party host to his neurotic, lovelorn alter ego and back again.”