Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: Canada

ROYAL RED

The Hawk Well 4:45pm

Royal Red followed Me

through My Sleep

from Whitehorse

to the bottom of My Deepest Well

— through a blackout

@ 2:00 am

which had Me in My PJs

in The Morning Light

looking down

and down

with a bucket

on The Longest Rope

in The World

tipped with bricks

unsuccessfully

until EYE used My Mother’s Method:

drop The Bucket

upside down

straight

and haul up

The Entire Line

of Humanity

THE STORY OF A MAP

THE COAST GUARD, Shelburne, N.S., Tuesday, July 20th, 1993 — 1B

SATELLITE ART FOR EXTRATERRESTRIALS

by Harold Hart

Joanna Hyde of Shelburne has

been busy recently in her back-

yard painting the design of a four-

teen point maple leaf on a huge

40 by 30 foot map of Canada.

The fourteen points mark loca-

tions in Labrador and Quebec

where Hyde would like to position

light reflecting surfaces to reflect

star-like points of light in the out-

line of a maple leaf into outer

space.

The large map arrived in Shel-

burne from Ottawa on May 17

where it had been hanging on an

outside wall of the National Arts

Centre.  It was put there by the

Canadian Conference of the Arts

earlier in the year in an effort to

pressure the Federal Govern-

ment to stop cutting funding for

arts programs.  It remained there

until the April 26 budget was

passed.

Joanna learned about the map

from an article in The Chronicle

Herald.  Being interested in what

is called public art – the kind of

art which is large and displayed

outdoors – Joanna decided she

wanted the map.  She contacted

the coordinator of the Canadian

Conference of the Arts and was

told she could have the map if she

would pay the shipping charges.

Joanna agreed and wound up the

new owner for just less than two

hundred dollars.

The map consists of twelve sec-

tions that were circulated to

more than 150 art galleries,

theatres, and schools in each

province where signatures were

affixed to protest government

funding cutbacks for the arts.

Once joined together the pieces

make a huge map of the country

with more than 400,000 signatures

appearing on it…

“Well, what is its weight?”

“Oh, it’s Dead Weight.”

“That’s OK.  I just cremated

My Mother —

She didn’t weigh very much.”

After She painted Her 14-point Maple Leaf

Joanna lay down

and almost died.

She almost died

for years and years.

Long after one husband

cut up the map for tarps

to cover wood piles

at Her First Marital Home

Joanna revived eventually

on poetry and bird song

to find in the Summer of 2016

the abandoned map sections —

one with moss and ferns growing

out of it —

With the help of Her Adult Children

She retrieved three surviving pieces

of The Giant “Ties That Bind

and dragged them across the county

to The East Side of Her Hawk House.

She laid them out

busy in Her Back Yard

hosing and scrubbing a 23-year build up

of Nova Scotia’s Forested Fate

stained and distressed

front and back

to dry in the sun

with the help of a couple of old towels —

not Her Grey One —

there was left no semblance of the configuration

of Canada — only the ghost

of a few red lines

a few patches of indelible signatures

and one partial strip of big black letters

along what must have been

the bottom — in English and French:

…FUNDING FOR ARTS AND CULTURE

She arranged the pieces

some still edged by sturdy grommets —

into what became a nearly perfect square

measuring 27 feet by 23.5 feet:

She had Her Canvas.

She would paint on the BACK.

She folded up the three sections

and with the help of Her Second Husband

She piled Them onto the floor

of The Hawk Utility Room —

the floor She had been using

for Her Most Recent Paintings

and as She writes, She thinks

of building a platform

a stage

perhaps next summer

if there is the same lack of rain

as this one —

She would secure The Triptych

upside down, with the foundation

of Canadian signatures — what’s left of the original

400,000

and setting up Her Gallons of Paint

with broom and hose nearby

She would paint and sweep and hose

Stratosphere of The Universe

 

 

COMMEMORATIVE ART

My 1992 art project titled Satellite Art For Extraterrestrials is originally described in the following raw footage video of 22 minutes.  The project is hereby designated to commemorate the lives of fourteen young women who were gunned down on this date, December 6th, 1989, at Ecole Polytechnique, Montreal, Quebec — because they were women. With their families’ permission, I now plan to have commemorative markers to be designed and placed at fourteen specific geographic sites in Quebec and Labrador, Canada.  Each marker will be placed in memory of what each woman was striving to achieve twenty-six years ago, and in honour of the strides all women continue to make for themselves and all of humanity:

Genevieve Bergeron 21

Nathalie Croteau 23

Anne-Marie Edward 21

Maryse Laganiere 25

Anne-Marie Lemay 27

Michele Richard 21

Annie Turcotte 21

Helene Colgan 23

Barbara Daigneault 22

Maud Havernick 29

Maryse Leclair 23

Sonia Pelletier 23

Annie St-Arneault 23

Barbara Klucznik Widajewicz 31

REMEMBRANCE DAY

The Hawk Portico 1:50pm

Twenty years or so ago

I asked My Carpenter Husband

to build Me A Church —

“It would be a folly,” was His Answer —

Well I have My Church:

I have My Body, My Temple

I have My House By The Sea

I have My Small Town Nova Scotia

I have My Country Canada

& So I Have My World

HONOUR

June 19, 2014 The Hawk Dining Room

I have seen The Emblem

of Canada

before the pink sky

animated

by a song on the radio*

dancing

not to gusty wind

but toward a place

in My Mind

*Natasha Bedingfield “Unwritten”

CANADA

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm

America is famous for

Its Movie Stars

Its Giant Meals

Its Wide Open Pages

& It’s Famous For Me

though I have displaced My Self

To An Even Grander Space —

I Am In The New Frontier

of Canada

where endless gallons of water

are pure

where storms melt quickly

where trees get re-forested

& My Children Make Their Lives

THE HAWK PORTICO 6:22pm

I Live In Canada

where a friendly neighbour’s flag

lifts itself to My Side

of The Lawn

flanked by The Space

of Ocean Beyond

It’s The Flag I Use

for Determining Direction

of The Wind

for Gauging The Space

of My Life Before Me

here in This Sea Coast Town

of My Own Choosing