May 26, 2024

Ghosts of Canoe Lake: Marcel Dzama at the McMichael Gallery

As a repository of Canadiana in all its splendour, the McMichael Gallery in Kleinburg does not disappoint. Sited within 100 acres of majestic forests, the gallery building — with its log and barn-board walls, massive, rough hewn field-stone fireplaces and floor to ceiling plate-glass — is a treasure trove of Group of Seven artworks.

Weirdly, six members of the Group of Seven are interred on the grounds of the gallery, at the McMichael cemetery.

Wait…One is missing…Where is Tom Thomson?

No one knows. And that mystery is at the heart of the current show by Marcel Dzama. The show’s title, Ghosts of Canoe Lake, refers to Tom Thomson’s disappearance, which occured while he was paddling on Canoe Lake, in 1917.

“Canoe Lake, Sunset” by Tom Thomson

On entering the gallery, a dreamy triptych, filled with colour and wildly imaginative imagery, announces the themes of the exhibition: Tom Thomson himself, his death and subsequent ascendence as the essential Canadian artist; the vividly alive natural world — flooded and on fire — and the strange cast of surreal creatures and characters that reside within it.

“After the Fire Before the Flood” by Marcel Dzama

Detail of “After the Fire Before the Flood” by Marcel Dzama

Marcel Dzama has declared he is “obsessed with Tom Thomson” and that the show is an homage to the artist who died at the age of 39.

Installation by Marcel Dzama

In the center of the Gallery sits a large tent, festooned with oversized polka dots, imagery which Marcel Dzama has been painting for some time.

“The Tent” by Tom Thompson

It really does reference the beautiful little tent that Tom Thomson painted so long ago, when he worked as a Fire Ranger in Algonquin Park. Of course, Marcel Dzama’s tent is a little more circusy, and within, we are presented with another form of the artist’s work: Film.

Installation view of artwork by Marcel Dzama
Still from “To Live on the Moon (For Lorca)” by Marcel Dzama

The film is fun to look at, featuring a whacky plot where Tom Thomson is dispatched and a riotous funeral parade follows. Hillarious, absurdist, Dadaist, surrealist, and yet, like all the paintings and other objects in the show, completely and uniquely Marcel Dzama!

“Aurora Borealis (or a light in the sky like a bat over the land” by Marcel Dzama

Blue and grinning, looming over the show, is a giant what looks like paper mache moon. It’s so familiar! It’s an image that is repeated in multiple forms in the exhibition. It took me a while to figure out it’s reference to the movie “A Trip to the Moon,” made in the year 1902 by Georges Melies.

Installation view of artwork by Marcel Dzama
“To Live on the Moon (for Lorca)” by Marcel Dzama
Still from film by Marcel Dzama

The show is rife with art historical references. Picasso’s dove makes an appearance, frequently the sky’s are painted like the turbulent Starry Night imagery of Van Gogh, birds behave as they do in M.C. Escher’s work, the famous Lawren Harris portrait of his wife Bess is reinterpreted by Marcel Dzama, and, the artist Garcia Lorca has several pieces dedicated to him in this exhibition.

We can not abandon such beauty” by Marcel Dzama

But it is the Group of Seven, and Tom Thomson in particular, that has transfixed the artist. Maybe Tom Thomson represents that longing to be close to the grandeur of the Canadian landscape, a desire that is so often a function of simply dwelling in this part of the world.

And yet, as Marcel Dzama acknowledges, at this juncture, the world is turned upside down. The show is quite somber. War and corruption are everywhere. The seas are rising and the forests are on fire.

“Lady of Fire” by Marcel Dzama

A book, by Guy Maddin, which accompanies the exhibition, contains the following mournful poem.

When painting the evening,
While the world is unease,
The young northern painter,
Painter of trees.
Your evening has ended,
The moon is out low.
Hit your head upon it,
And sleep in the waters below.
That pale horse rider,
Has come here so soon.
When there’s war on the earth,
And blood on the moon.
— Tom’s Blood Moon, 
Marcel Dzama

August 6, 2016

The McMichael Art Collection – Sarah Anne Johnson

In terms of the perpetuation of the species and the human life span, the period between 15 and 25 is the really crucial one.  This is the period of maximum fertility and all its attendant characteristics: the fierce courage, idealism and passion that belong only to the young; and of course, on the dark side, the selfishness, fecklessness and brutality that hopefully dissipates with maturity. Looking back to this era in one’s own lifetime can produce feelings of awe and possibly an overriding sense of good fortune that we even survived at all.  Sometimes we barely recognize our former selves and are obliged to murmur, almost inaudibly: “Was that idiot me?”

Sarah Anne Johnson wanders into this territory of youthful enthusiasm and misadventure in her exhibition called Field Trip, at the McMichael Collection.

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Yellow Dinosaur by Sarah Anne Johnson

The “trip” Sarah Anne Johnson takes the viewer on is deep and quixotic, at times hilarious, contemplative and hopeful, and then suddenly frightening and grim.  I really liked looking at this show.  For me the dazzling images conjure up a sense of how perception is shared, how my own perceptions conform to contemporary custom and how they change.

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Zombie Dance by Sarah Anne Johnson

I’ve been reading a book by Jenny Diski called The Sixties.  She writes:  “We were …a bunch of dissolute, hedonistic druggies.  We lay around and got stoned, had sex, listened to music that exalted lying around, getting stoned, having sex, and hymned our good times.”  It seems that fifty years later this is the same crowd that Sarah Anne Johnson has photographed. In her book Jenny Diski goes on to chronicle how the sixties became the Reagan years and turned into ” that beast: the Me generation.”  Time will tell.

Chillin’ at the Void by Sarah Anne Johnson

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Detail of Chillin’ at the Void by Sarah Anne Johnson

Sarah Anne Johnson intertwines so many interesting threads of thinking. The detail of Chillin’ at the Void depicts a new crop of “dissolute, hedonistic druggies.”   It makes me think of a different kind of chill: a cold and dreadful chill, of how marketing and propaganda ease each  generation through its own very special, unique and individual journey.

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Group Portrait by Sarah Anne Johnson

In the piece entitled “Group Portrait” Sarah Anne Johnson captures the joy and satisfaction of belonging, so critical for the young.  The individuals are obliterated with dopey masks and transformed in an instant to exotic creatures that have banded together.   We will always be together!!  We celebrate our originality!  We defend our tribe!!  It’s such a brief sentiment.  Maybe only an afternoon or two.  That weekend at Bird’s Hill Park.

Sarah Anne Johnson’s trip includes some dark alleys, strewn with garbage, seriously dangerous drugs and stoners slipping over the edge.

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Blob by Sarah Anne Johnson

The lurid, day-glow monsters of nightmare and death are observed with nonchalance.  This is an ability of the very young and very stoned, and a feature of their passage into the humdrum adult world….if all goes well.

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Glitter Bomb by Sarah Anne Johnson