As COVID continues to disrupt the already extreme isolation that being a rural Manitoba artist affords me, my mind has kicked into creative overdrive to to find ways to exhibit, stay local, and keep pushing my practice. I think I found a weird little path to pursue.
If you’re not familiar with rural Manitoba, saying we “lack gallery space” is an understatement.
Unless the ditches and alleys functioned as artist run public gallery spaces. Then we would have miles and miles of gallery spaces.
I’ve been thinking… If 4 people in Giroux see an installation in a ditch that is 4% of the population of that community. That is the percentage equivalent of a Winnipeg audience of 30,000. If 5 people in Mitchell see my work in the back-lane the percentage equivalent of a Winnipeg audience is about 1,500.
4 is an incredible audience out here.
I’ve been thinking… If a gallery is a space for viewing art what isn’t a gallery?
If there is space and there is viewing it is a gallery.
I’ve been thinking…. about “exhibits.” What is an exhibit? Reduced to its most basic function, the act of displaying.
If there is work on display it is an exhibit.
I’ve been thinking… a ditch is a gallery, and my work is on display in it.
A gallery is a ditch is an alleyway // An exhibit of works by Alexandra Ross // On view until snow or vandalism end it