re: happy new year!

Hello loves, friends, fans and foe,

happy new year!

it's 2020! I can't believe it!? where are the flying cars and cool and gross cities like we were promised in Blade Runner?

It's an interesting time to be sure, but I'm not sure where I fit in all the madness haha. So, that's the last of the free bits of the new book "N'shaytkin" I'm going to load up,  you can buy yourself a copy here: http://www.batteryoperabooks.com

Please do!

Battery Opera Books is an extension of Battery Opera, a dance/performance company that I've been working with for about 5 years or so off and on. They are wonderful, amazing people to collaborate with and I can't say enough good things about them!

This is the year I return to arts and academia!

What else can I say, I've missed it and after some time off the road I'm ready to get back into it older and wiser.

Last month in December we did 5 days of performances and I think 7 shows/readings in that time space and it was fun! We reached new audiences and made new fans but it was exhausting because I've been away from the stage for so long. I also take a long time between projects now, I don't crank things out like I used to, that pace can't be kept up. I always took years between books because each book could be promoted all across the country and anywhere really because Indigenous literature is still so new.

The art stuff was all a matter of timing, the right place, the right time and the right content. Then finding exhibitions and people to tour with for shows. Same with the films and music.

I also learned to quit trying. haha.

What I mean is quit trying to get people on the road and or quit trying to get people to see what you've seen because if they haven't done it, they don't have a frame of reference and it goes in one year and out the other. haha.

Plus, some people or a lot of people just don't want to do it, so quit bugging them and get on with it.

Life is for learning and living, so get out there and do the best you can people!

aight, peace out for now!

CB.
ps: here's a link to the mini-tour! photos!

https://www.flickr.com/photos/chrisbose1/albums/72157712445639392

re: breaking bad lands.

Hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

here are some images from Kumcheen I.R.1 in Spences Bridge, BC. i took these a few weeks ago on a beautiful april day.

it's hot there, back in the day our people would have been up in the mountains and come down to fish in the morning or at dusk. in the valley mountain tops we'd have been gathering and hunting, getting ready for winter. 

but the land in these photos has remained virtually unchanged since the last ice age. crazy eh?

cb

re: basketry and weaving them.

hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

so glad you came back, i know you always will, muhahahahahaha! (sinister, even diabolical laugh!) well, either way, today's visual feast is the basketry of the indigenous peoples of b.c. or rather, the multitude of nations that make up this province. ech. can't get away from colonial words or colonialism. funny how the root word is colon? hahaha. ahhhh, now it makes sense.

anywho, enjoy these images, of prisoner cultural items, bought, bartered or stolen and ending up in a museum somewhere. back in the day, these baskets, bowls, storage units held barries, made tea, dried goods, could be used to cook food and hold water. you could tell where a basket came from, "chu chua" or "lytton" or wherever because of the family patterns. they are a part of our life blood. when we know the land better than ourselves. they say generations can "dream back" songs, stories and lessons, and i believe it, as i have done it myself. i call it "blood memory," and all you have to be is at the right place and right time for it to happen.

until next time lovers,


Chris Bose.

re: remains of the past.

Hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

It's strange to think of the world i grew up and find context today. i don't really remember the blue car or red truck in the photos below when i was a kid. perhaps they've been moved. i remember the beige Ford 100 pickup, because i remember driving in it with my grandpa, or Spapza in my language. we'd drive it around the ranch, although i don't remember driving it to town, we used to drive a little yellow toyota truck to town, because it was cheaper on gas. and this was in the 1970's when gas was so cheap. haha. 

i spent so many years going there, spring, summer and fall. the road was quite treacherous back then, winding along the mountain side a few hundred feet above the Thompson river as it meandered towards Spence's Bridge. it was always fun and scary, back then you needed a 4x4 or a high clearance van, and 3 of my aunties had one each, a blue one, green one and brown one, and they'd be full of us kids in the back laughing and screaming, catching up and telling stories. our family was so close, my aunt's were all in their late 20's at that time. my grand parents really kept our family together, they were respected for storytelling and cultural knowledge. when they passed away, first my spapza in 1982 from cancer, it shook our family to the core. i think i only went to the ranch a couple more years after that. my granny or yea-yeah, passed away in 2009, and it seemed like the last breath of family went with her. i hardly see anyone in my family anymore. i know we're all busy, but in the 1980's my aunt's and uncle's were able to contact each other and connect at the ranch without the internet, cell phones and other shackles we bind ourselves. they made time for each other. 

anyway, i ramble on. 

chris bose. 

the cave where the little people live

that come out at night steal people away

to live with them forever.

re: the ranch i grew up on when i was a kid.....

hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

here's some photos of the ranch i grew up on as a kid, we spent almost every summer there for close to ten years. no electricity. no plumbing. and lots of work to do. weeding the gardens, picking berries and cherries, changing and moving the irrigation pipes around, watching out for rattlesnakes, cutting hay, bailing hay and reading and listening to the radio at night. my cousins would come up to visit us and my grandparents and help out. it was fun and idyllic in many ways i suppose. 

anyways, here's some photos of the treacherous drive to the ranch that show the rugged beauty and danger of where i grew up and learned a lot. it's drier now than it was when i was a kid. the environment has changed drastically, i mean look outside, there's no snow. it's february. it's insane. every year the fires are brutal and the southern interior is always bathed in smoke from forest fires. it's so hot and dry. water is drying up, the ranch isn't the same as it was either, the old farm house burned to the ground in the 1990's along with all the trees. and memories. 

enjoy as there will be a lot of photos. 

Chris Bose. 

re: winter time is nearly over? what already?

Hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

it's been awhile, i think i'm writhing around, deep in mid-life crisis, too poor for a fancy sports car, i'd rather buy guitars and art supplies anyway, and spoil my kids. haha. but here are a selection of photos from travels near and far. this winter has been short, and i fear it's going to be scorchingly hot, full of fires in the southern interior and horrid insects like ticks. as usual thinking lots about life and the choices and directions i've taken while on this trip, some pretty good, some pretty bad, and still i stumble on like david choe once said, "artists are a bunch of depressed, manic, self-absorbed son's of bitching a-holes, but incredibly fun" and i guess i'm no different. haha.

have a look at the photos, some are artsy and some are fartsy, you decide which is witch!

until next time lovers,


Chris Bose III, esquire.

december 2015

december 2015 secret place

december 2015

secret place

december 2015 ?

december 2015 ?

good bye winter, i'll miss you

in some ways. 

my daughter

i miss very much

summer 2014

my other daughter

i also miss very much

summer 2014

my son i miss very much

december 2015

?

?

my old truck

i kind of miss

a friend i miss

?

my bro Nigel Spaghetti

this kid, i wish

i had that shirt still

i remember it a bit

still had baby teeth, so i'm guessing

6 or 7 years old?

epic. 

look what we once had

in abundance

in BC?

Almost all gone. 

cool. 

idea.

should some with John A. Mcdonald 

who once boased 

"we keep our indians on the brink of starvation"

when boasting about how "efficiently" 

he ran the country.