re: all i know is this.....

hello friends, fiends, fans, foe and lovers,

here's my new video poem called, "All I know is this...." and it's from my new book, "A moon made of copper," published by Kegedonce Press.

it was filmed last year in spences bridge, bc, lytton, bc, botanie valley and stein valley bc.

this part of my new challenge, goal of making a film a week and uploading online here and various other social network platforms.

i recently lost my youngest brother to cancer, the day after he died i quit drinking and made a commitment to improve my own health. part of that commitment is getting back into a creative frame of mind and continue pushing boundaries and to challenge myself. over the years i've gotten jaded as fuck, kind of tired and miserable. i felt trapped once again. but these days, i'm feeling good, and moving beyond feeling trapped to, "how do i escape?" haha.

i want to go to europe and play shows, have exhibitions, do readings, go to music festivals and perform in front of tens of thousands of people. how does one get there? lots of hard work. i lost sight of this trapped in my own prison, in my own mind. but i'm ready now to giver and take no prisoners. life is short. live it hard and live it good, who knows what happens afterwards?

until next time lovers,


chris bose.

re: unit/pitt and battery opera show continued.....

hello lovers,

ahhhh winter, it's still snowing in kamloops, bc, and we still have snow on the ground, but the sun is shining and we've got that "golden hour" of light as i type this out. the kids are eating and i thought i'd take a minute or two to type this out.

here are some more flicks of the vancouver show with david mackintosh.

the final night of performances, music and stories. it was amazing. i was there for the opening night and the closing nights. how it worked was thursday night, 11:30 to 12:30 was a "witching hour" solo performance opportunity for an invited guest artist. they would do what they wanted for an hour inside the unit/pitt at 236 pender, un-interrupted from the audience, who had to stay outside and watch voyeuristically as the artist did their thing.

friday nights 10 - 12 pm, were a cabaret style performance opportunity with guest musicians and a storyteller sharing some story of their choice as well as dancers performing reinterpretations of the 12 stories/poems david and i told in the book published for the event, "crawling, weeping, betting." which were based on our experiences in vancouver, bc.

saturdays, 12-5 pm were guided tours throughout the vancouver based on the 12 stories in the book we published. they were amazing. i was told people wept, or got emotional when the guides took them on various routes through the city and read or told the pomes and stories from memory.

it was an amazing experience, one i'll never forget, and one i wish to repeat now in europe.

gotta go, the kids are done breakfast and demand attention. haha.

kids.

cb

Various Vancouver, BC, photos from the end of February 2014

while shutting down the exhibition at the Unit/Pitt gallery.

"Bitch please,

I'm fabulous!"

a strange toy figure

in the display case at

"Golden Age Collectibles,"

on granville street. 

great comic store.

i also like "lucky comics," 

which is way down on main st.

the "loose moose," downtown vancouver, just off granville 

towards the granville street bridge, it's a heavy metal

bar and i drank with the band "children of bodom,"

a few weeks ago here. it was awesome, 

they drink like champs.

pretty much a great hidden gem in vancity

always blasting great music

and all food is less than $6.00

fuck. yeah.

re: new posts....

hello lovers,

it's been quite awhile since i've been here. many hectic things have prevented me from posting as well as a general laziness i can't cop out on. haha. i think i psych myself out more on posting than the time and effort it takes to post new stuff. plus, sometimes i feel no one reads this stuff anyway, so why bother? haha. but when i look back to stuff four or five years ago, it's interesting, to me, what the heck i was doing back then. i've got a shitty memory. i'll admit it. so i think blogging is important that at least.

well, the kids are still asleep, it's 6:45 am and i'll post a few pics from the past few months or couple months at least. i had a really big show with David Mackintosh, co-found of Battery Opera, at the Unit/Pitt galleries the past couple months, and i've been trying to kick start contracts and generally get paid. check it out here!

http://www.helenpittgallery.org/exhibitions/past/crawling-weeping/

some flicks from that show!

i sort of snuck painting on the walls

of the Unit/Pitt early one morning.

David had no idea what i was going to do

(i think!)

but i got the keys to the gallery and arrived at about 8 am

and started painting.

it's an allegorical painting. 

this part shows my throwie style

and leaving kamloops, bc

running away to vancouver, bc back in 1986

that's my little silhouette leaving the mountains/valley of kamloops, bc

with the owl pictograph watching over me

as i enter the forests.

moving through the forests i go through a charred and burning

landscape, the desert, or semi-arid desert of the interior

plateau of southern british columba. 

it's bloody hot here and kind of looks like new mexico.

i enter the blue and white mountains of the coast

hitching all the way down to vancouver, bc

and descend into the city.

which i painted gold, silver and copper to represent 

the wealth and promise it holds

but for the most part is a lie.

as the exhibition/performances/dance/music and booze

went on for 7 weeks, we invited artists and guests to attack

and paint on the wall. so all the other stuff you see

was added by guests.

it was awesome to paint on the walls of a gallery

even though i probably wasn't allowed. haha.

i also found their beer stash and drank about 8 beers

in the 4 or 5 hours it took to paint the walls. haha.

i don't think keith or brynn really cared about that. 

well, the kids are waking up and i was right

this is a pain in the ass to do

just this little part took half an hour. fuck.

i'll add more photos later. 

adios,

cb

re: fragments in time......

Hello lovers,

hope the end of summer is treating you well, i'm enjoying the shift in the weather to the cooler temperatures these days, six weeks or so of 35c and up was getting a bit much. it was relentless and punishing towards the end of that stint. especially when traveling, it can make a trip that much more grueling. 

below are some fragments from the road, moments in time i would like to remember forever.

that's a great part of my job as an artist, i get to travel and see and do things usually only locals do, but all across the country. a person's fave pub, or swimming spot, or favourite hike, restaurant, book store, etc, etc.

until next time,

cb

a lot of traveling is also waiting. 

the above photo is the glamourous 

spot i waited to transfer buses to lytton.

i've sat in fancy airport lounges 

all over the world raiding booze fridges

before security catches me

but nothing gets more real

than being on the side of the road

it was blazing hot, behind a gas station i found shade 

and plucked away on my guitar

and sipped beer while

watching people bring their

travel dogs to the back to piss and shit

while i noodled away on the gitbox.

this was friends of mine attic space

it is exactly like my grandparents old attic

that has long since burned to the ground

so every morning when i woke up here

i was reminded of my childhood.

bittersweet memories.

this was again at my friends place

and i was sitting outside playing guitar

enjoying the cool mist of the water

and the sounds the drops made on that 

buddhist looking bell 

chiming away with the drops of water

it was peaceful and a great

way to wake up.

this was n'kemcin

where the waters meet

and not far from the spiritual heart

of our territory.

a very special place

and i woke up and walked here every morning

enjoying the sound of the rushing

waters and peaceful quiet.

re: one more for the road! post #964 on this blog! woot!

hello lovers,

this is post #964 since i started this blog back in 2008. how much has my life changed? so damn much. i'm doing everything i wanted to be doing and living life more or less the way i wanted and want. 

a couple million bucks wouldn't hurt though! haha!

anyways, these are the last random images i'll post today, but don't worry there's more to come as it's been a helluva crazy 6 weeks that just roared past. 

until next time lovers,

enjoy,

cb

the bullfrog!

my reading in Lytton, BC

organized by the TNRD, and Two Rivers Farmers Market!

best coffee and espresso in Lytton, BC!

Kevin Loring being a fan!

cloudporn over lytton, bc.

gordon of Two Rivers Farmers Market

and his awesome coffee machine!

papparazi in lytton, bc!

re: a few more......

hello lovers,

a few more from the valley,

cb

re: stein valley again.

hello lovers,

well, what a month and a half it's been. i'm extremely exhausted, but each day brings a new adventure and so i must go for it. 

below is the remaining building from st. george's residential school in lytton, bc, or rather, in the heart of N'laka pamux territory, the bastards put these buildings in the heart of every territory, making a loud statement. we are here to destroy you fucken indians. little did the arrogant bastards know that we would outpace, outlive, and survive and thrive beyond their cold, icy death grip. 

the church is intimidating. imagine how much it must have been for the kids that went there? my mother and father went there. what a fucked up place. it seethed evil. all the windows were smashed out. and board up obviously. my friend cease and i went there, and we walked around taking photos while i blabbed about the place and we went up those stair in the back to a pair of red doors. i pushed on them and knew instantly i could have gave it a good push one hard kick and gotten into that building. 

but, a cooler head prevailed and given the fact i had to pick up my kids later that day, i didn't want to be releasing anything unto me or the world. who knows how many spirits are locked up in that fucking building. the photo inside the church, which was creepy enough, was taken in the hole where the doorknob once was. i wanted to smash this building, to burn it down, to laugh as i was doing it, but i used every bit of strength i had and didn't. 

the other photos are from in and around lytton, bc. 

i realized on this trip that n'kemcin, really meant, where my rivers mix, or kumcheen. and kevin loring turned it into a play, called, "where the blood mixes." 

i also got to hang out with kevin and renae morrisseau, as well as ronnie dean harris during this trip, which i think was a long time coming. it was a intense trip, one i needed to make. 

until next time lovers,

build the flames ever higher, don't be afraid of hell, hate, love or death. life is too short.

cb

re: savage

hello lovers,

the first two images are from a book entitled, "1492: what's it like to be discovered?" a book i have not seen in over 2 decades. this book was critical my development as a human and an artist. i used it to make my first rudimentary collages, large scale ones, and push my creativity further. it was the first thing i saw upon a recent trip to lytton, bc, for a symposium called, "songs of the land," hosted by kevin loring. 

my friend gordon had purchased the book instead of mine at the coop bookstore in vancouver because my book,"stone the crow," wasn't available. what a long strange journey to finding this book again, and he gifted it to me, which was awesome. it'll once again effect my creativity and i'm stoked to get to work. 

the last two images in this post, are from the Museum of Anthropology at UBC in Vancouver, BC. and that place is difficult to walk through, because there are so many ghosts there. the ghosts of the past, the invisible hands of the artists and artisans that created so many beautiful works of art, clothing and basketry. silenced by disease, by greed, by madness. now sitting in a museum. who is the savage?

re: a month.

hell o lovers,

it's been a month since i was last here and told you secrets. can you believe how fast time is flying? we're 8 months into the new year. i can't believe it. anyway, here are some photos.

the past month and a half have been crazy as i knew they would be, but i haven't had much time to reflect. gotta keep moving and moving.

highlights were many, vancouver with my kids, the songs of the land symposium with kevin loring and crew, my reading in lytton, bc, thanks to gordon and carel, of the twin rivers farmers market, and the tnrd library, i actually got to read in city hall! haha! it was awesome!

anyway, i'll be bombarding you with images, so take heart lovers,

thanks for coming by again!


cb