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Unexpected Subway Living

Terracotta, plaster, fired gesso varnish and Oil paints, eye shadow, nail polish, silver and gold leaf, glazes and slips
24' x 2' x 18"
2010-2011

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Jordan MacLachlan

Jordan (a.k.a. Laura or James) MacLachlan
Jordan Laura James is an artist who sculpts emotionally direct terracotta models of humans and animals, both on their own, and combined. She enjoys finishing the works with conventional materials, in unconventional ways, such as firing paints and varnishes. MacLauchlan’s' work respectfully reflects life as she has seen it to be: complex, contradictory, exquisite, and oftentimes tragic.

She works out of a single car garage in downtown Toronto.

Curriculum Vitae

ART PRACTICE

1979 - Koffler Gallery, group, North York, ON

1982 - Merton Gallery, 2 artists, Toronto, ON

1983 - Ontario Crafts Council, group, Toronto,ON

1985 - Art Gallery of Northumberland, group, Cobourg, ON

1985 - AGO Art Rental, group, Toronto, ON

1985 - Cambridge Public Gallery, invitational, group, Cobourg, ON

1987 - Ontario Crafts Council, group, Dundas St., Toroonto, ON

1988 - White Water Gallery 'Beyond Craft' group, North Bay, ON

1989 - Beaver Hall Artists' Co-Operative, group, Toronto, ON

1989-1990 - National Museum of Natural Sciences 'SOS' (solo), Ottawa, ON

1995 -1998 - Canadian Clay and Glass Assn, “Still Life” National traveling Exhibition, Canada

1983 - 2002 - Showing with Nancy Poole Gallery, Toronto, ON

1993 - Visual Art Center of Newcastle, “Telling Frames”, 2 Artists, Bowmanville, ON

2005 - Engine Gallery (Queen St.), group, Toronto, ON

2008 - Loch Gallery, 'Radiance In Uncontrollable Worlds', solo, Toronto, ON

COLLECTIONS

Robert McLaughlin Gallery, Oshawa, ON

Confederation Center for the Arts, Charlottetown, PEI

Beatrice Foods Corporation, Toronto, ON

Canadian Museum of Animal Art (not for profit), Bolton, ON

Pho-Hung Bank of Korea, Korea

Paul Chang and Associates Architects, Jamaica

McDonalds' Corporation, New York City, NY

Claridge Collection, Montreal, Canada

Video

Preparatory Work

POWER OF THOUGHT

How much energy
does it take
to make
a fawn?
From the manufacture
of the egg,
the sperm
the process
of gestation
the birth itself.
The provision
of suckling
of clothing
a roof
and opportunity -
only to be devoured
within seconds
by an IDEA.
Not being picked
for the team,
incisors
of ignorance and hate
grow sharp,
at the all-night
party.
Little fawns born
with closed doors
in their faces,
arrive, and
grow
at great cost -
miracles they are,
of love.
All wasted.
Hanging themselves
alone
in their rooms.

 

HUMPBACK ENGINE

I like watching
the train go past.
It seems to take a long time,
although it doesn't , really.
I love to hear it,
in the middle
of the night.
A humpback on wheels
sounding deeply,
out
with all its' lonesome might
and its' cargo
of babies
to find something
kindred
from long ago
the initial stopping point.

 

WE ARE YOUR MA

Before you strike
that final blow
please
try to remember/recall
that it was
someone, somebody like me -
similar to mine,
who put
her knees
aside/apart
so that you
could get out -
and take
your first
breath
your first
meal
your first
sun,
at a time
when it would have been
so easy
to erase you.
Please remember
that we
are
your Ma.

 

BETWEEN THE GLASS AND THE TUNNEL

Here,
now
right this minute
I am
sitting
on the last seat
at the back of the train,
between the glass and the tunnel,
watching the speed
I think I catch
a glimpse
of something sweet
through the darkness
it is quietly slipping
in and out
amongst the tracks
a playful minnow,
an irridescent infant
perhaps it is love.
Perhaps, if I am careful,
it will come to me.

 

ABDUCTION

I am fully inside the chamber.
The walls of it are thick,
as thick as the earth
and I am at its' core.
How mind-numbingly silent it is in here
there is not much room to manouver
all the space taken up
by the dense undergrowth.
It is so quiet,
it is noisy.
The fluids
within my own tunnels
and chambers
go about
their usual business
exchanging places
transporting their packages of nutrition and waste
to the various terminals
of boarding and departure.
Cute sounds, embarassing sounds
they keep me company down here
but it is too quiet
The liquids flush through me
like a great tidal wave
to my head,
creating red heat,
withdrawing just as fast
and now I am shivering,
freezing cold.
All I can do
is wait for him to let me go.

 

FOR HUMANS ONLY

My suffering
fascinates you.
You take quick
gulps of it
re-emerging
a few days later
to gasp again
at the horrifying peep show,
a form of sustenance,
for humans only.

 

LITTLE DOG

I always thought
that you were looking
for the chance
to embrace
that little dog -
the one who got lost and broken
the one who was unable
to find all his
pieces
after the accident,
perhaps
one or two of them
blown away
across the highway by the tracks.
He could not reassemble himself
correctly,
get the grin on
quite right for you.
And as a result
he had to stand there,
on the tracks by the road
watching your back
as you turned and walked away.

 

IT JUST IS

Nature gives birth
to an infinite variety
of life forms,
and then tries to kill them all off.
I suppose that
there may be as many,
if not more,
infinite varieties
of ways
to end those lives.

Impetuous genes rule
internal naval mines
designed
to make a creature
melancholy -
or mad,
either killing itself -
or others.
Proliferant multifold blooms, functional
consumption by
invisible predators
that die with the host -
whatever for?
deep shiftings and mysterious undertow
above and below
the surface of the earth,
crushing thousands with one hiccup,
or an imperceptible twitch of the tail.
It just is.

 
WOOD WORMS

The wood worms have
grown to the point
where I have to have them,
because they are yummy.
They give rise to my flames
and make me fly.
Wood worms come in golds and reds
buttered stones, smoking garnets
travelling
in different directions
once inside
burning holes through my gut
and tunnelling
my brain
where they fill
the empty passages
left by their predecessors,
erasiing the panic.
I hope that no-one
can smell
their breath rising
from my pores
that no-one
will notice
how much of me
is missing.
That no-one
will notice
that the child
has slipped
from my embrace.   

 

SMALL HANDS

I'm looking at
the cat
that you
and your small hands
made one day out of clay.
How can I hold this -
this little thing
so bone dry and fraglie
it's tiny face imploring 
yet not comprehending,
And
you
what
is your warm
brown body doing right now?
The one
that smells
just a little bit like sour milk -
I can see its' shoulder blades
moving
through the ocean
like the wings
on a chick
just hatched.

 

GONE BY NOON

We long for
home again
my baby and I -
vital, precious life,
I want for us to walk together
in the sun,
without the fear
that it will be
gone from us
by
noon tomorrow.

ALL I CAN DO

I make them
for you
my frightened cub
these awkward beasts
of strength and love
How else
can I be
your she-wolf?
Our guardian angels
gargoyles of grief,
our sentinels of hope.
I do not know what else to do.
I
how can I,
ME
the one with the broken body
and the oozing heart
carry you
high upon my
shoulders
high enough to see the stars
and not the darkness,
keep your tender soul
from crying out
in the night -
all I can do
is put forward
my hands
to whatever it is
that makes these creatures,
and trust,
that if we hold on tight,
tight to the fur
we might just
ride to safety.

 

SO BRIEF

And I did.
I got it.
I had it.
I felt it.
And it was glorious
yet so, so brief.
I did not know, that
it would only be
for a moment.
I did not know.
Someone should have told me.
The price
has been high.
I almost lost two babies.
I got to keep the one I know,
the one who draws pictures
of bats echolocating,
and volcanoes erupting.
I would have died,
if I did not get to keep that one.

Next time I ask for
something,
I'll have to make sure
that I request
it last
forever

Please let me come out of this
a fine,
strong woman.
Please.

 

FALLOUT

When I fell,
I did not fall alone.
I took all of them with me,
mountain climbers
attached to a cord designed
not to break
smashing and bouncing
down the mountain-side.
A bloodied ferris-wheel,
one after the other,
again and again
I am sorry for this,
that life
can be like that.

 

MY ENVY

Ever since I can remember,
I have always
wanted
to be,
like you.
To wear that glistening coat -
freshly patterned
by the current,
with its' micro-swirls and tidal waves -
running through undergrowth
like dry brush on fire.
Such a pretty nose
as pink and easily
squished,
like a snail
I love you.