Œuvre d'art public
I looked for Sarah everywhere
Métro King (Street) – ligne jaune Yonge-University-Spadina
Installation de six tableaux sur le gazon. Sur ceux-ci, on retrouve une image et du texte.
La chambre de Sarah 1 september unexpected trip. For me . I came to her apartment directly fro helped her move last year when I lived warm. She seemed quite happy with was no answer at the door. I remember under the flower pot. The key was still th althought the geranium had dried out. couldn’t hear a sound shouted big pile of bills and between my letters dying on long time grom room to room perfum first night. I had nowhere stayed there would be a phone call or some new come home. I lay untill sunri thinking of her daughter
2- La province du Manitoba without a last few months, her less frequent, she was overloaded . I knew her mother had died from a Maybe she decided to go to Manitoba a left behind a clouded mirror. her two daughters, Lucy D. and Eva we while we wandered around and hung faded away. Later I looked in the di Dunn Ave. hospital elderly aunt Soph deaf. They hours with their ha funny and she loved her very 12-note song whistled or played seen her most 3 weeks . I didn’t want to picture of
3- Allan Garden I walked haphazardly ; I took would bring us together in one of our for her in many places. My memor Allan Gardens and the statue of Burn relationship was beginn under the glass dome kissed her for the first tim bloom. My face turned would be too long to expla I felt like a deserted island there an hour or two, hoping th numb. Hard to understand the m my way back to the hotel. I foun a silver medal in the n with me
4- Streetcar no 504 was the second week all the places, the few friends the parks she liked to walk in she frequented, Chinatown , Little Then I took the streetcar, the 504 occured to me that I might find with her. Or maybe I’d see someone restaurant on Davenport eating an apple pie half-brother Blythe Prospect or around there but I did’nt dare to he told me that he had lost touch unable to tell her story. He was in transit Maybe I should’nt have left her.
5- The public Library cross instead of very secretive right from the start we Anyway did I really know that Sarah wasn’t her real name. books on poetry, pastry-making and politic full of dreams for her many passions studied at Queen wrote almost every By choice and nec cook at a big luckyly enough I the few people I when I was with Sarah printed some poem magazine. The library closed. The sky poured his car. He gave me the phone number used to see her a lot. After m came back back with a bad cold spent some time it all leads touch
6- Une salle de l’AGO nothing much time to think about us moment, Toronto wasn’t the same a llowing day. I continued my wanderin contact all those peo nown getting desperate. I days essages on answerin switch still hopeful, I decid AGO favourite places closed told me what was so special about gustus John, The Marchesa Casati. Her lone, she would make a visit to admire a reproduction in her bedroom. The day after the writing of this received news from Sarah. She heard folds the secre
Sentiment de perte, solitude et isolation de l’individu dans le milieu urbain, désir d’intimité dans le domaine publique.
Toronto Sculpture Garden, 23 juillet-30 septembre 1992
Acquisition de l’œuvre dans la collection de la Ville de Toronto (don de l’artiste). Exposition permanente dans le parc St. James, attenant à la cathédrale St-James, extrémité nord, Toronto
Le texte a été écrit en anglais. La fluidité et la correction ont été réalisées en collaboration avec Ann Diamond.
Il s’agit d’une œuvre de fiction, non pas d’une commémoration particulière à une Sarah réelle.
Mots-clés d’après l’artiste: sculpture, installation, sarah, journal, art public, écriture, intimité, narration, fragments