The Proposal

As a complement to the gallery installation components of Déviations, I am looking to involve the viewing public by developing a databank of reactions to a proposal - I want you to post comments on your personal travel stories here. Over the course of the exhibition I will regularly post my visual reflections and musings. Your participation can be totally anonymous so, be creative and revealing, whether funny, scary or awkward. Tell me about your experiences of discovery, disappointment, romance, loss, freedom, disorientation, etc. From the politics of identity to the dynamics of lust, from the meaningful to the meaningless, I’m interested in your stories.

If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to let me know at rondeau.cheryl@gmail.com.

Cheryl Rondeau

Anonymous said...

This is a blurb of silliness in what was otherwise an unfortunate voyage.I am swimming down the Thames naked at two o'clock in the morning.A languid backstroke reeling from brownies and half a bottle of champers.Under one bridge,oh! there is the Savoy I still haven't made it to lunch there yet.Under another bridge ,here comes the Southbank Centre.I should tell Richard the general director(my boyfriend) that Angus (my flatmate) has informed me that his workers are about to strike.He ,Angus works at the Houses of Parliament and that they mentioned his canadian boyfriend,a man about town in jest.Me.Well!

Beckum

Anonymous said...

My first impressions of Scotland...It was the first time I took a bus ride where we had our breaks at award winning truck stops! ( I know this because of the plaques proudly mounted on the inside of the washroom stalls.) It was also the first time i had ever arrived one hour earlier than scheduled which would have been great if it were'nt 5 am and if we had been dropped off inside a bus station where I could have picked up a map of Edinburgh and grabbed some breakfast. But we were dropped off on the street at St. Andrews Square and I couldn't find the bus station and the place was deserted. I wandered around with a backpacker from Spain who was as lost as i was, though he didn't speak english and I didn't speak Spanish... We walked through the winding medieval streets looking for a hostel and when we finally found the clerk said everyone was booked up because of the fringe fest, which explained why there were dozens of backpackers sleeping on the church steps we had passed along the way. The clerk gave us directions to the Scotsman's Lounge, said they opened at 6am. It was a tiny one room pub and when we were seated at our table (a barrel) I asked to see the menu. "We serve Ale and spirits, lass. No food." I asked if I could get a coffee. "Ale and spirits, that's all. Starbucks is up the road-opens at 6:30". SO we waited and the place quickly filled up. Everyone was drinking and smoking packed to the brim. Me and the guy from Spain walked up the way and took a window seat at starbucks. I tried speaking to him in French, but that didn't work so we just stared out the window in silence and people-watched. No men in Kilts, no bagpipers. After a couple of minutes passed two preppy blonde guys with jumpers around their shoulders stumbled across the street and stopped in front of the window. They carefully put down their glasses of ale, counted to 3, did one sumersault on the pavement, dusted themselves off, picked up their glasses of ale and continued on down the road. We stared laughing and the man at the table next to us was laughing too, and with the thickest scottish accent I've ever heard said, "It takes all kinds..."

Michelstadt

Anonymous said...

My first bicycle in Japan was an old one given to me by my boss. It didn't have a bell, and therefore I had to make it known to pedestrians that I was approaching by yelling "Ching Ching," in an attempt to emulate a bell sound. People stopped, some laughed, but I didnt think much of it.

At reading time with my class of 5 year olds, I began reading the Three Little Pigs. When I read the part " not by the hair on my chinny chin chin," the entire class roared in hysterics. I thought I was a wonderful teacher, and continued to read the book, getting the same result at the same "chinny chin chin" part.

I later found out that chin chin is japanese for penis.

Seltz

Anonymous said...

I rode my bike here with PiotrekAAA5000...we had good chocolate on the way. P

Anonymous said...

It was my 1st year in Canada and I got lucky. (well more like I was included in a group bound for a week in Newfoundland) Well, I had a great time kissing a fish, learning phrases from apparently the local dialect. However the memory I have from the trip is me, on a little ship. The water was choppy and well I quickly discovered I was seasick. I was led to the edge of the boat after being doubled over for a few minutes and then it happened...I threw up. Then miraculously the whales appeared. Everyone agreed that we (who had thrown up) had attracted the whales so we were thanked at the end of the trip. It was lovely...and that's my travel tale. (I have no pictures of the whales...I was too busy when they showed up)

Biederbach

Anonymous said...

It brings back memories of my own trips to these places; both good and bad. The bicycle, the train, all of that stuff. Even the tickets and receipts. I'm going again this spring to relive those moments.

Anonymous said...

I have never been to these places, but I long to travel here for a similar experience. Part self-exploration, part feeling part of something larger possibly. Sometimes I feel I never know enough of my own postal code or city. Why should I then travel outside of Canada, without realizing what the CDN geography is? I can start that feeling here in my 'yard - being part of something that's larger in itself.

Wildberg

Anonymous said...

My scariest travel experience happened at Simpson Street Station in the Bronx, New York. My sister and I had just entered a $1 cab to take us home when a supposedly drunk guy came into the cab. he kept leaning against me and I was scared. So i put on my roughest Jamaican voice and told him I was from Kingston so he should stop leaning on me or else!!!! He stopped immediately and my sister and I got home safely.

Teifenwinkel

Anonymous said...

Congratulations! The video work and sound are sumptious, I really enjoyed the layering of your documentation (which is already cinematic) with cinematic clips. Beautiful work!

Montespluga

Anonymous said...

Hi
I'm totally impressed with the video and the soundtrack. But did you have a good time. I feel a sadness.
Lucky that you didn't fall off the hilltop. Biking in Europe is much more acceptable. Here drivers want to kill you.

Cremia

Gambara

The Proposal

As a complement to the gallery installation components of Déviations, I am looking to involve the viewing public by developing a databank of reactions to a proposal - I want you to post comments on your personal travel stories here. Over the course of the exhibition I will regularly post my visual reflections and musings. Your participation can be totally anonymous so, be creative and revealing, whether funny, scary or awkward. Tell me about your experiences of discovery, disappointment, romance, loss, freedom, disorientation, etc. From the politics of identity to the dynamics of lust, from the meaningful to the meaningless, I’m interested in your stories.

If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to let me know at rondeau.cheryl@gmail.com.

Cheryl Rondeau

Campagna Lupia