Der be peeps fillin in. I’m tryin to find a place to sit myself, and also remember dem all from der profiles. In da peanut gallery we got de Cock (who looks like he fallin asleep, maybe he’d be a good one to sit beside), and a bunch of other student reps. We also gotta couple o’staff members who bin sucked into takin notes.

Megan B. has been a Drug and Alcohol Counsellor at G. House since graduation.

Ted R. works in private practice and has also worked as a consultant to MSB-Health Canada -- Medical Services Branch, Ministry of Health and Social Services, P.W.A. Society, Workers Compensation Board.

Louisa G. is a counsellor at the Police Department under the Canadian Association of Sexual Assault Centres.

“He has nothing to hide. What you see is what you get with him.”
“Sherri is, yes.”
“Well, she did, but I think they dissolved that. She’s very talented, very smart.”
“It’s intimate.”
“Special seats for special people.”
“Even better.”
“It was a department lunch.”
“A lawyer, law firm event.”
“Yeah.”
“What are you doing?”
“I was seating you.”
“You were trying to seat me but you blocked me.”
“I suggest you leave it to that...”
“Oh, was it?”
“Just one night.”
“Not by us.”
“We need somebody to wack’im.”
“Can I put this beside you there?”

[Rebecca Neumann -guest of the evening lookin very beautiful sittin off in the corner by herself.]

“Momentarily... one day and then alluva sudden it’s gone.”
“No, it’s like that.”

[or maybe that isn’t her at all?]

“D’you know what?...”

[I don’t think she would wear jeans. She’s d’one wearin d’huge gold pendant.]

“Doing it justice... big identity crisis.”
“Oh yeah. Yeah, ate there last night. I don’t do restaurants. Don’t go to fancy restaurants.”

[I’s gettin loud. Too many conversations to keep track of. But she IS wearin jeans.]

“Please sit here. Please do. I’ve been fighting people off. They try to sit here and I say, ‘No! Goddammit!’”
“Because you said you would try. It’s a good thing I wasn’t looking for you then.”
[Da’s Kretschmar. I’d know dat crotchety voice anywhere.]
“So there’s going to be a good crowd here. And there’s going to be people who wouldn’t normally come.”
“Wanted! If you see this woman, we want her liver!”

[She’s not wearin jeans. Da’s a look-alike wid buns.]

“Socratic notions of what it means to be an educated person...”

[President has now taken de stage.]

“... Scholarship... If you haven’t received the directions for the reception afterwards... history, place and memory... nationally and internationally...”

[Rebecca Neumann, in turn, introduces her sidekick. She IS wearin jeans.]

“I shall speak neither as an artist nor as an art critic; I shall not even speak of the artistic phenomena with which I come into contact... as a psychologist... the more or less artistic productions which arise in the course of analytical therapy. Our present inquiry lies within the psychology of culture; it aims at an understanding of art as a psychological phenomenon of central importance to the collectivity as well as the individual. We shall start from the creative function of the unconscious, which produces its forms spontaneously...”

[Reminds me of some o’my own writin. I wish I could remember my dreams a bit better.]

“Because this substratum and background of the psychophysical world is forever bringing forth forms, we call it creative... So, that is the video component of... ”

[I still remember de night dey brought K Jan in.
It was getting light outside. The streetlights along the tunnel were casting a glow that was both unnecessary and unpleasant. The driver was angry that the night had been wasted, and he drove the van so hard that it skidded on turns. As they neared Townsend, the surrounding forest fell away and the river disappeared to the side. A highly varied panorama came out to meet the van: fences with sentry boxes, stacks of wood, and of course, the Towers.

I could see that K Jan was having a bumpy ride. The recycled, fake, plastic stump he was seated on in the back of the van kept trying to slide out from underneath him (even though it was bolted to the floor), despite the fact that he ass was safety-belted to it. Attendants don’t really care about this sort of thing.

It’s obvious that his visit to Townsend will have a most oppressive effect on him. I am trying to understand what is tormenting K Jan so. If this is how he takes the ride in, then how will he handle the corridor with the blue lights? Perhaps it’s the thought that there is nothing worse in the world than losing one’s mind. Does K Jan believe that he has lost his mind? Yes, yes, of course there is that. Perhaps it is the insult. Yes, that’s more like it. It’s the insult to his person that bothers him so. We have injured his notion of autonomy. He no longer knows what is in his own best interest. We are here to tell him. Staring at the dirty, rattling floor of the van, he begins to mutter and whine, gnawing away at his restraints. K Jan lurches forward as the floor beneath him stops shaking. He raises his head and sees that he has long since arrived. Now K Jan raises his fist and shouts, “What did I do?!! I don’t get it!!!! I’m unlucky! That’s all!” K Jan concludes with sudden venom as Kretschmar and the attendants step into the back of the van. They've arrived. He looks into Kretschmar’s face and sees that she is completely indifferent to his fate. She does not even feel sorry for him. Day was beginning to bear down upon him with full force.

“Bandits!” he shouts, becoming hoarse, trying to bite anyone he can grab. K Jan screams, “So those are the kind of windows you have here! Let me go! Let me go!”
They have carried him kicking and screaming out of the van. A hypodermic syringe flashes in Kretschmar’s hands, and in a single motion the woman has ripped open one of K Jan’s bedraggled sleeves. There is the smell of ether. K Jan goes weak in the arms of four attendants. An agile Dr. Kretschmar takes advantage of this moment to plunge her needle into K Jan’s arm. They hold on to K Jan for a few seconds longer before lowering him on to a couch in the nearest rubber room.

“Bandits!” K Jan shouts again as he jumps up from the couch. Just as quickly he was deposited back down on to it by four pairs of heavy arms. As soon as they let go of him, he was about to jump up again, but this time he sits back down himself. He falls silent for a moment, looking around wildly, then yawns suddenly, and grins maliciously.

“So they’ve locked me up after all,” he says, yawns again, and lays down. He puts his head on the pillow and his fist under his cheek like a child. In a sleepy voice, free of his former malice, he mumbles, “Well, and very good too... You’ll pay for what you’ve done. I warned you, so now do as you wish!... Right now what interests me most is...”

“A bath, Room 117- private - and post a guard,” orders Kretschmar while putting on her glasses.

Stress and the Development of Aggressive Behaviour
Studies testing the role and effect of environmental factors (such as social stress) on the devolopment and neurobiology of aggressive behaviour.]

“Um in a different manner than it was... projected on to water... basically impossible to document... It’s interesting to me... strange magic in that... projected on to water itself... to somehow... take an aggressive performance... although it would be exceedingly interesting to show, for example, how the archetypal world of Egypt was shaped by a static conception of eternity and time... mist on your skin... very powerful presence... strength... visceral live action... Art is at this stage of a collective phenomenon, which cannot be isolated from the context of collective existence but is integrated with the life of the group... also the works of other... and I think that it’s the strength of my work... Well, is there life after... Aughhh, you guys are so into art... fountains originated in that part of the world... of political significance to me...”

“… We thought… she was making… work… we wanted… a strong emotional impact… intense, political message…”

“It’s my role to articulate and speak about…”

“It’s kinda like a privilege…”

“Um… just to refresh my memory as to how insane that experience was… I had no idea what to expect… so intense… Before I was… I remember… it’s my most personal way of communicating through artistic expression… my identity… aboriginal female body in this place at this time… could be in the middle of nowhere… a way of really examining… just there to witness…”

“... garden? Back to the garden?”
[She has so much courage.]
“… As they fade into the distance… I think at the same time to look at the work… I like to keep it simple… I like to work outside. I like to wash things… and have them feel comfortable… I think that’s how… y’know we all watch movies… I’ve done many, many… and people remind me of what I did… in the body… communicating to other people in their bodies… I created this… while in residence… I chose to work… an abandoned concrete base I thought that was a good site to work… president of the university was having some kinda do… Anishnabe… and yes I do have a very specific… we all have our own histories, our own concerns… to go from being… Am I Anishnabe first? Are we all equal? Or am I just lucky?... There’s this whole… how you want to be with it… confusing… we have to do our work… I see myself… This is all I know how to do now… And sometimes I think society doesn’t want to see that…”

[I wonder where she got that drumstick from. Quite de sidekick she has der. I doubt Maro would ever do anything like dat for me, eh man?]

“… the backdrop that you see… beautiful flowers… It was huge… That day… I had to shift gears… It took about an hour and a half… I think that’s all… tonight… have a conversation… No, they wouldn’t allow me to do that…”

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- floor o’scholars an research, etc.
- exhibits essential features of steriotypy/habit disorder: intentional repetitive, nonfunctional behaviours (body-rocking, hair-pulling); noncommunicative, repetitive vocalizations performed in a certain rhythm/pattern
-exhibits spontaneous muscle twitching, hands assume position of main d’accoucheur, feet are extended with toes flexed, laryngeal spasms with convulsions
Chap got in de room somehow. I’m gonna hafta kick dat guy’s ass now. So much for de reception.]

“… I think… it made sense… the idea of a naked female body… is very disturbing… shining through the net that held the roses… a seediness, a weirdness to vehicles. They’re like another presence… There can only be one queen bee… Yet you’re documenting… something to be viewed separately… versus seeing in a video format… I think that I’m trying to examine myself… It’s there and then it’s gone… But it’s not the same… I think to try and maybe answer your question… Ok… I’m going to do my thing… And I’m going to try to give it the quality that… the water became the performer… It’s the water that’s moving… So that’s… But I think… I never paid attention to documentation… myth and rumour… I think that’s what I had… mostly… I’ve shifted to now paying more attention to documentation. I think that for me… light bulbs in the screen… good documentation… he was the documentor… He really captured the piece very well… That’s how I started to think… people who weren’t there… that piece is a video where I’m not in the piece… maybe that’s the way I’m heading.”
“Blood?”

“Uh, that’s a good question. I like what you said bout the idea of washing away… It’s the idea of applying blood… turning water into blood and blood into water… being alive… We need water, but water doesn’t need us… the colour white… something for me to think about. Thankyou.”

“Body?”

“… went to art school… found myself using my physical self… I fell into it naturally just through the nature of my personality… the vehicle of the body…”

“… materials talk to you?”
“Yeah, uh… You’ll see sculptural works or installation works… I have a tendency to keep things pretty clean… sculptures or objects that are much more pared down… less messy… harness the material in some way… red cedar log… looks beautiful to me… y’know if you make it too beautiful then it sucks… I want to say something about how we are as human beings… have some purpose…”

“…Images where you’re constrained… always fighting something?”

“I think it’s a human condition… restraining myself… people will feel the struggle… I like that, setting up a difficult situation for myself… that’s just why I need to do it in front of people…”

[She’s fuckin awesome!]