Joanna Gilman Hyde

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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

 

 

SIGNALS

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:10pm

I am seeing stars

for thoughts —

first a red one

telling Me to take My General Mills Letter

off the refrigerator —

then a silver one

in The TV Room

when I wondered

about My Bullet-proof Vest

But Oh!  I cannot be wearing

My Black Bullet-proof Vest

around the house

as a fashion accessory

to go with My New Ring

(which I still don’t have!)

NEWS FLASH

The Hawk Computer 6:04 pm

My Husband, Dr William Hunter Blair, now believes

that My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting from 1984

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

may have given someone the idea

for 9/11

http://carloschagall.com/2015/09/11/self-organizing-galaxy-by-joanna-hyde/comment-page-1/#comment-6419

NOTICE TO MY READERS 222

EYE have not been writing much —

EYE have been making recordings into M(EYE) cell phone

in-which M(EYE) Husband does not seem very interested.

STAR SIGNAL

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:11pm

I just saw A Star

of red

against a sky

of cloud

It came at a specific thought

when I wondered

if I had said

— oh what was that?

if I had said —

NAME IT

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm

When I was 23

I saw My Name In Lights

— Red Ones —

@ The World Trade Center

I see It now

— In Silver —

as Those Silver Spears

have forked Me

DOES SHE OR DOESN’T SHE?

The Hawk Kitchen 7:38pm

The Universe is incubating

in My Red Teflon Frying Pan

I have dished out & up

all I am made of

& now it is up

to the stars

to see if I work

DINNER WITH MY HUSBAND

The Hawk Kitchen 6:41pm

There’s nothing delicate

about Me —

I talk with My Mouth Full

I wipe My Hands on My Pants

I dress in Fiery Reds

& Elevate My Voice

so that even The Deaf can hear

Me

for A Change

INTAKE

The Hawk Corner Room 5:35pm

If I could I would

gather The Whole World

like A Lover

& hold It inside

of Me

Speck that It is

I would lay It on My Tongue

& moisten It

with My Lips

I would roll It

over My Gums

& send It toward My Throat

I would consume It

& have It course

through My Veins

like isolated blood

& never through

the finality of

digestion

NOTE: I just saw

a little red star glint

at Me as I filled

My Life Glass

A DREAM OF RED

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:03am

I dreamt I was dressed

in a Santa Claus dress

inside a forum of people —

I had the floor

and addressed the crowd

by emphatically stating

“It’s OK for adults to dress up

but Children should never  be

lied to.”