Location

Where is it? When is it? That seems to be the questions I'm getting as time grows near to the festival date. Well, I finally have your answers.

Want to advertise?
Here's a poster, made by Pearl, print and distribute :D

Where?
Ryerson University. Image Arts Building (IMA), 122 Bond Street, Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Basement. Student Lounge. A map of where the building is can be found here: http://www.ryerson.ca/map/

When?
The installation will be up and running in the festival's second week, March 14th to 18th. The opening night is March 16th, 5pm, you are all more than welcome to come meet me and talk with me :D

Pamphlet Info:
This is what I submitted for the pamphlet that will be distributed.
Pamphlet Picture There is no shame attached to having the flu, so why this shame in society for one being mentally ill?

When one is diagnosed with a mental illness there is often little or no refuge save amongst those who suffer equally in the experience. Medical terminology often buries the humanity in mental illness with jargon, leaving very few people to understand the actual depths of seriousness attached.

However, deep beyond the myths of mental illness lies a human heart full of true emotions and experiences - though not often heard or seen beyond the sensational stigmas. This installation then becomes an adventure for those who choose to take part in it; a dive - pushing beyond the obtrusive myths of the demon that has absorbed the humanity of these people - into understanding what it means to be mentally ill.

Our Mission Statement (written by Amy and Angela):

Beep, blink, reboot! This event is a circuit-shock! It¹s the rock that makes the pop-bubble pop! Calling all who favour electric-overload, you will applaud-oh! Mission, it¹s communicate-sensational, it¹s all the rules rewritten-oh! Why, we delight in tools mangled-o and we make old ideas new-fandangled-so! Yes! We roll with chaos and we welcome what-we-don¹t-know. Graduate-heads, ready-to-go, excited-to-show! Invitational to Toronto! We are - one mission, one Mission with so-oh-so-many-goals.

See, in possibility-infinity we find the tiniest beauty-full. It¹s in conception and expression that we fuel our show. Art! Yes, art! Image-makers in a differ-ent flow ­ in this space-age, dial New Media it¹s our systems-control! We dig under and over loads of junk-techno, and find the broken-can-be-useable, laser-lights-amusable, fusible and cruisable. We re-think their uses you know? Like smoking weed for medical. Preparing for the future road. Information-overload! robot-o! and personal-glow! It¹s about you and me, the audience experience-oh, because cells have memory better than any language can show. Curious-so! About person-culture-community, the globe - we want to know! Communication-go! Sharing-optimism for a better-tomorrow yo.

What is our mission? Our struggle with permission. To paint political-with-emotion-oh, to sculpt play out of technical. Sing praise of progress, we navigate experi-sensor-able. Our inner-voices calling be-bold! Vocalize a courageous code! Use of languages never-spoke, telling lies as truth to provoke. All in mind-to-communicate and thought-promote - we hope!

Yes. Dreams dreamt and pillows tear-soaked, we have found ourselves in a difficult boat. Navigating art in methods unknown, reluctant travelers un-sure of our tone. The medium is our choice. New and-or old. Dance-illusion. Word-web. Interact-the-video. We're flowing with the going, as technology will grow. And grow. And grow. Our tools will mould! And ideas unfold! Tell our Mission? - deep-depths of our souls. Image-art hallways and windowless knolls. Inverted explorers to hearts and goals; secret-hiding doors reveal orchids-in-grow. We open the floor. Invite you to jump in, take off and explore. Subway-mountains, body-water and shores. Skip rope and swing back to child-before. We're circulating info in spirals and more. Your brain to your fingers, your mind where it lingers. Experiment-tall! Experience our OH!

So hold back no. It's a broad-unknown-zone. Romantic? Yes! Come alone. Go-mode. Yes we have limits. Like a cyclone. Yes! Feel it in your backbone. It's arched in attack mode. It's Mission, it's our Mission, and it's going to explode!