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Join us for this 3 day epic event! Support your local art organizations, come out and get scarrred! Live performances, music, installation and fine art with a unholy twist!

Friday Oct. 28th – Performance Art and Video Screening
El Gordo’s Backyard
10$ w/costume – 15$ without
Click here for Friday night performance program.

Saturday Oct. 29th – Installations, Bands and PARTY!
El Gordo’s Backyard and The White House Studio Gallery
10$ w/costume – 15$ without

Sunday Oct. 30th – All day open house / pedestrian sunday.
El Gordo’s Backyard and The White House Studio Gallery.
FREE ADMISSION but donations appreciated!

Participating artists:
Benjamin Kamino
Family Contact
Eric Brehaut
Adam Riobauto
Julia Dickens
Katika Marczell
Jemma Egan
Peter Kalyniuk
Stacey Sproule
Zachary Fish
Maggie Flynn
Sasha Foster and Felix Kalmenson
David Hanes
Josh Cleminson
Veronica Abrenica
Vince Vining
Sebastian Koever
Xenia Benivolski
Noxious Collective
Monte Burman
Ceilidh Stidwill
Spiritual Obesity
Zoe Alexis Abrhams and Minae Omi
Lisa Cristinzo
Simon Black
Vanessa Rieger
Anna Kovler
Jonathan Edward Mayhew
Brandon A. Dalmer
Xan Hawes and Charlie Murray
Dimitri Karakostas
Neelam Kler and Randy Gagne
Nicolas Robins
Aaron Li Hill
VSVSVS collective

Musical Performances by:
Fresh Flesh
Sexy Merlin
B’ling B’long
Doom Tickler
Kiz & Legon
Adolf Glitter
Wet Dirt
DJ John Caffery
PSK Collective
Jesse James Laderoutte
Henry Fabrege
Special secret guest!

Click here for facebook event page!

All profit goes to supporting 3 local artist run centers,
The White House Studio, Whippersnapper and VSVSVS.


This Nuit Blanche the White House Studios will be buzzing Friday and Saturday.

Symbol. Metaphor. Muse. Nuisance. Killer…
Buzzy, fuzzy, gatherer of pollen…
Fashioner of beeswax and honey…
Lynchpin of agrarian culture…
Hive-minded matriarchal exemplar…
Shrill shill of sugary breakfast cereals…

A great ally, a great danger – of all the insects is there another that occupies as large a place in our myths, imagination, and all too brutal realities. BEES have hypnotized, traumatized, terrorized, and tantalized children of all ages throughout the ages. These children grow up to be artists such as yourself. Now is the time for artists to plumb the depths of the sub-conscious and explore the deep-seeded fears, desires, and questions these haplo-diploid creatures so haplo-diplomatically evoke.

For Facebook event click here.

Curated by Brandon Dalmer, Adam Cowan & Derek Aubichon.

Love in the Time of Macho Madness

One boy-man’s journey from the  sycophantic purgatorial dungeon of maudlin syndication of self to the freedom of fandom afterlife

“Heck you hurt my friends and you hurt my pride, I gotta be a man, I can’t let it slide” – Real American (Hulk Hogan’s theme song circa 1988)

I’m not going to lie to anyone: 1988 was a big deal to me. I was the undisputed champion of my own childhood, relishing the completion of my Late French Emersion Program at Cosburn Middle School, awarded with a brand new 18-speed banana yellow and electric blue Norco mountain bike, heading into the summer with my best friend and cottages and bike rides and slumming around our well manicured neighbourhood until the onset of me beginning high school lay blurry ahead in the hazy summer weeds, something intangible,  false and unreal.

As I handed my yearbook around for signatures that late June afternoon, I knew with acuity, I was one of the most watched, talked to and rotary phoned thirteen-year-olds of all time.

For the era, I was extremely cute, reddish-brown Ferris Bueller style hair, rosy cheeks, preppy clothing, and I had impeccable taste in Top 40 music (as well as some oldies such as The Beatles, Simon & Garfunkel and Alan Sherman) television and film properties that churned in my ears, eyes and cerebral viaducts while Mountain Dew / Cream Soda blend 7-11 Slurpees churned in my stomach. In my mind it seemed, I was an invincible champion, socially flawless.  And in the magnificent magnet of popular culture, my two top-tiered glam heroes were poised to continue to dominate 1988 the way they had since January:  George Michael’s faith album was burning up the charts and reducing the grade six girls to tears as they signed their yearbooks and cleaned out their lockers on the second floor, his fourth single One More Try pouring down the hallway through the canvas of two hundred pairs of converse high tops, treetorns or leather sandals, while Randy “Macho Man” Savage had captured his first ever WWF championship at a tournament at Wrestlemania IV in March with the help of former champion and his new best friend, Hulk Hogan. He was sitting high on life, in a spread in WWF magazine, sitting pretty beside his big belt, tye-dyed shirt, bandana, sunglasses, jeans and cowboy boots as the sun set on the beach, with the caption “His first 100 days as champion” in distinct yellow font.

About a week before school finished, a few of the local schools met up for a track meet, and my classmate Juan Miranda, who I called The Juan Man Gang (cribbed from The One Man Gang) began to toss me around in front of a few of my friends. Suddenly I heard a big crash on the fence. Juan stopped shaking me around.

It was Andrew. “You better stop that,” he said.

In my mind of course, remembering it now, or even a few weeks after it happened, there was grand posing, there hand handshakes, and thousands of screaming fans and interviews after the fact.

It breathed life into the skeleton of my fantasy friendship with Andrew. He was aware we were friends, just not how I saw our friendship. The cracks however, were months away from showing themselves.

The summer of 1988 and all its pastel possibilities presented itself before me as I stepped down and pumped the pedal and crank of my new Norco bike and headed over to the park with Andrew.

In WWF wrestling storylines earlier in the year, Randy Savage and Hulk Hogan had formed a hyperbolic union of ego, body and soul called The Mega-Powers, and since I was shorter and dark-haired and Andrew was taller and blonde, I started to refer to our friendship as The Mega-Powers, Macho Madness and Hulkamania coming together to overcome all odds.

The timing seemed perfect: though I had partially outgrown my affection for wrestling, (I had seen Savage face Ricky “The Dragon” Steamboat at a house show at Maple Leaf Gardens in the summer of 1986 with my brother and father, which included an appearance by Jake “The Snake” Roberts, the Junkyard Dog and the Elvis-inspired Honky Tonk Man) Randy Savage’s WWF title win and his subsequent friendly and highly enchanting interactions with Hulk Hogan set things up for to dive right into celluloid altitudes and sugary excitement, glancing at glossy photos of Hogan and Savage at the corner store while loading up on over-processed supplies. When Savage announced his tag team partner for Summerslam he said “I’ve got me a tag team partner. Andre The Giant and Ted Dibiase, I got me a tag team partner, and he’s the greatest tag team partner that anybody in the world could ever have. And here he comes right now…”

Hulk Hogan’s music played and he came out with a big nodding smile, and I was so grateful the little red REC dot was on my groaning VCR.

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Call For Submissions: Savage/Ghosthole

It seems our upcoming artshow dedicated to Randy Savage and curated by Nathaniel G. Moore is generating some hype.  Turns out Hulk Hogan re-tweeted his post about the upcoming show and since then other news feed websites have been posting about it.  If you would like to get involved in this homage and celebration of the life of the Macho Man you still have one week left to submit.

Call for Submissions for:
Video art, drawings, collage, audio, or if maybe you have something unexplainable that conveys Macho Madness, go for it.

Deadline for SAVAGE submissions is October 1, 2011.

Submit to Nathaniel at BOWLBRAWL AT GMAIL DOT COM.
For the facebook event Click Here.


Call for Submissions: Ghost Hole III

As the days get shorter and the nights get longer… the Ghost Hole will emerge bigger than ever before. This year, Ghost Hole III will be a 3 day event. The first day for video screening and performance art. The second day for the huge celebration and party with bands and installations. And the third day will be open to the general public during Pedestrian Sunday for “haunted art show” walk through.

Call for submissions for:
Video and performance art.
Installation and 2-d artworks.
Volunteers looking to help build/create/perform with the haunted (art) house.

Please send submissions to if you are interested.

DEADLINE October Friday 14th

For more information go to the GHOSTHOLE website.

Plinth action #3 by Basil AlZeri

The “Plinth action#3” will appear again on the streets of Kensington Market on July 31st during Pedestrian Sunday. This public intervention will be bringing the museum/institution mounted structures to the public to re-examine the artists role in relation to the establishment and academia. Who picks what? Why? And how is it presented? The bodies of the performers will be raised ascending on these plinths out-thrusting from the ground, forced in by weights, thoughts and fears to extend through.

6 Artists/Participants will be joining Basil AlZeri:

Maryam Taghav
Patrick Biller
Adam Cowan
Hoi Ning Chang
Reece McCrone
Jamie Ebbs

Performance times:

Located out front of the White House Studio Project
277.5 Augusta Ave.

Basil AlZeri is a multidisciplinary artist that works in performance, video, installation, food and found objects. Lives and works in Toronto, Canada – from Palestinian descent. Performed at Fait Maison in Quebec, Canada, Central Canadian Center for Performance, Winnipeg, Canada. AlZeri attended START Home artist residency in Amman, Jordan and PAF in St.Erme, France in 2010. AlZeri’s performance/installation work will be presented at the performancear o morir (performance art festival) Chihuahua, Mexico and in Nuit Blanche 2011,Toronto. He is an art educator, artist, community worker and active member of the White House Studio Project.