Living and Dying with Barbara Balfour at YYZ
Sometimes -- or always, depending on how you feel about my ilk -- art is best seen and not much talked about, which is how I felt seeing Barbara Balfour's quietly profound exhibition Living & Dying at YYZ. Sadly, it close this past weekend, but it was a subtle essay on the quotidienne rituals that we use to mark our painfully limited time on this earth. Balfour simply printed multiples of her hand-written rendering those two simple words, in varying weight and colour of ink, suggesting, perhaps, the largely invarying routines that make up the majority of each of our lives. Depending on your point of view, you can take this as troubling or quietly comforting. I lean towards the latter. I left, oddly, reassured about my own impermanence. That's something, I think.