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: 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: songs of the land jam sesh.

hello lovers,

below are some photos of the jam sesh i had with kevin loring, renae morrisseau, and os 12, or ronnie james dio, i mean ronnie dean harris on beats! it was great fun, totally spontaneous, unrehearsed and kind of intense. 

this was during the "songs of the land," symposium, a word i'm getting sick of saying, it sounds too constipated for what really happened. which was we brought community together and listened to n'lakapamux songs, stories and language. it was awesome. amazing. i can't say enough. haha.

anyways, we came, we saw, we kicked ass and prevailed. a great time.

until next visit lovers,

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

re: the apology series.

greetings friends, fans, foe and lovers,

here are four new works based on the apology by stephen harper to the first nations, inuit and metis people of canada. they are 11 x 17 in diameter, and i'm making them available to institutions, educational facilities and organizations as a means furthering the education about the Residential schools and the importance and significance of the Apology. 

After traveling across the country the past few years giving lectures and talks about aboriginal art, and it's frightening how little impact it made in this country, so i figured creating a series of art might be able to help make people aware of it. i always say, born a native, born an activist. because, for the rest of your life, you have to justify your existence to the rest of canada.

the image above, is based on the photo of St. George's Residential school in Lytton, BC.

it burnt to the ground because of arson. my mother and father both went there and were

never the same. i think they never left in some ways.

in the meantime, keep you posted on new work coming soon, happy holidays,

cb

2 things the world could have done without.........

that is a photo of st. george's residential school in lytton.....where both my mother and father went.......for many years.........i'd say, they're both still there really.....trapped in those memories....those walls......even though the school 'mysteriously' burned down twenty or so years ago......that is where it all went wrong, that, is the heart of it all. the burnt heart of pain, sorrow and rage.