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Who the !!@#%&! is
Kevin Kinsella
So, I have lived all over western Canada, I have lived in Ontario and I
was born and partially raised in Quebec. I lived in Saskatoon for a
couple of years and I can tell you I will not be "Heading back to
Saskatoon" in this life to learn about cars and dirt. Presently, I live
in British
Columbia in the Slocan Valley, the refuge of draft dodgers, the elite
of pot growers, and those who prefer an alternate lifestyle outside of
what 'the man' rules us to do. I reside here because even as a young little imp I
knew I wanted to live in the mountains, though I was born on a
mountain being Montreal, Quebec. I love how the clouds drift through
you as you walk in the woods, I was born in a city but my heart was always in the mountaains.
As far as education goes, I went to the proverbial school of
hard knocks. I am one of 'those' who are very dyslexic, with
learning disability, and in the 1960-70's, people like us slipped
through the cracks because they didn't know what it was or
acknowledge it as a problem - even though it was called 'reading
blindness' in the 15th century. A good chunk of my elementary schooling
was taught to me by penguins, I mean nuns, who beat me with a yard
stick 'right' handed and sent me to the office quite often after I
squirted
them in the crotch with the water fountain in the halls. The
positive end of those years is that I am ambidexterous now. Slipping
through the cracks meant I was kicked out of two high
schools and after a lot of delinquency and living by my rules,
I
did a lot of hitch hiking. My wisened father Dr. T.D.
Kinsella said that if I am not in school full time or not working then
I don't live here. It was mostly mutual that I split till I figure
things out. I was a maelstrom of adventure. Some would call it trouble.
However, I did keep to night classes for typing, art,
interior
design, computer
programming, art history
and 'english'. Seems like such a simple word for such a complex art
form of literary process. I also did four years at the Alberta College
of Art and Design
double
majoring in Drawing and Small Metals. I left that institution because I
realized I was spinning my wheels; I survived as an active artist for
twelve years before I ever stained the floors with my presence at the
college. My art got censored quite a bit and usually dominated
whole
afternoons with discourse and critique. My attendance at A.C.A.D. was
soley to learn how to speak the language of art, creating art was never
the problem. There were many who didn't even understand why I was there
because of where my skill (if you will) of creating art is at. I also
attended Mount Royal
College when ever I could, a semester here, a semester
there.
You know where I acquired the most valuable education?
Learning
from the 'old boys' in the sign painting trade which I feel is an art
form. The old school print shops, which means a bunch of lay-up work
and line cameras pre-photoshop. Also war veterans from the Korean war
and WW2 whom I came to know for a year to minimze my fine for a highway
traffic act infraction while on W.C.B.and I could not afford the fine
because every time you have a surgery (I had 14), W.C.B. cuts you off
and then re-assesses you ( I was crushed flat under 3
tons of mirror). Every time I look at the war poppy's, which I made
back then, around November 11th I think of those men and ladies,
especially Tom Crilly. He broadened the depth of my perception and how
I see things, making me not as young in my view of things.
All of those experiences brought me to the realisation that
working for other people expletively bites. So I do what I do best,
make any coin as I can on my own from my two hands that I create
(hopefully) beautiful works. My only lament, especially
because I
worked at photography studios, is that I am / was terrible at
documenting my creations. Note to up and coming artists, take pictures
of everything and I mean everything. It doesn't matter if it is
developmental....just do it. This site would have 5000 pages easy if I
had done so. In some ways alternatively, I have a very Buddhist point
of view. They live by the moment, a song should only be played once for
that was its time in the universe and then it drifts away, catalogued
only by the wind. Terrible way to make money though. But I do whole
heartedly believe that "Art is born, it lives, and then it dies". Just
look at Leonardo's Mona Lisa, it has been restored so many times it
isn't even Leonardo's anymore, they should just let it die.
Presently, I am married for over 29 years now to a
beautiful
lady (who I met at A.C.A.D.) that loves me for the cheeky eccentric
that I am. I don't care who believes me, but when I saw her, I felt
what felt like a big giant hand literally pushing me towards her and I
laughed and said out loud "Ok, ok, I get it!"; and except for a year
when she was finishing up her degree (I was setting up house in
Saskatoon) we have never been apart, ever. I am
not a carpenter, dry waller, plumber, electrician nor a mechanic, but I
pretend to do all of them havng built our own house on our little
acreage in the mountains off grid with solar power.
For over 30 years I have kept other art forms alive as well.
Up to five days a week, I
engage in Wing Chun Kung Fu Blossom Flower, Luk Dim Boon Kwun (Long
Pole),
Yang style Chi Gung, Iron Body, Yang style Tai Chi 108 form and 42
form. Pretty good for a gimp that has over 850 health care record pages
and walks with a cane eh? Never assume you have a person cased by the
way they walk, unless it is a cop. I say that because cops and security
guards almost always have I.L.S. ( Imaginary Lat Syndrome).
As you may have noticed, I am not your regular slice of
meat. My
art reflects that as does my lifestyle. In a phrase, I am a 'Crash Pop
Break Down' kind of artist. I love visual allegory, the dry cheeky-ness
of literal, historical and visual wit that can be supported
upon
formal juried
critique. My influences are from the Pop movement, The Harry Who,
Marcel Duchamp, most Heavy Metal Magazines, Andy Warhol, Sergio
Aragones (MAD magazine in-sets, and Groo the Wanderer); Spy vs. Spy,
and then Degas, Bosch is a biggy for me -
perhaps more than any of the others, yeah - Dali too, Seurat, maybe a
little Munch, I
also dig a lot of leonardo's
stuff too. But my biggest influence is......"Me", because I am creating
it and "Art is Now".
This is the vitae of who I am, meaning a 'brief autobiographical
sketch'. Bring a box of pilsner over and I can tell you plenty more.
K.Kinsella/24.
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