Of the four visual art related shows/installations/events I’ve attended lately two were deliberately a stretch, one had no idea it was a stretch (and the sense of oblivion had a longevity to it) and the final one was chronically trying to stretch and attach importance to something, which was really unremarkable.

The first two were affecting, two videos and a book, designed to frustrate and mislead so the viewer could depart within that frustration,  the latter two lacked insight being too (two?) wrapped up in themselves, even though they made plenty ‘noise’ or repeated rattling.

The stretch is rather a recurrent theme in Vancouver. High lactic acid?