About The Art of Jerald Blackstock

"makes liberal use of artistic license to significantly embellish or change the circumstances of real-life incidents by any means possible"

Mark and Menha

Sitting in the coffee shop at the hospital. Mark walks up full of false cheer.  He has sold me art supplies for 40 years, and his father before him, and now his daughter.  His wife has been here for 167 days. So he sat down exhausted and told me about it, her stroke journey, as they  say.

Mark,  get to see the psychologist on her team, I said, you are burning  out. No. I’ve got family.  How do you know what you don’t know? Huh? I was a burnt out primary caregiver for 10 years.  You’ve been for 6 months. I recognize the signs. For instance you’re talking to a guy in a wheelchair and you haven’t asked me how I’m doing.

Do you want a cookie? he asked. No thanks.

So he left and my friend from the coffee shop arrived, Menha. Now a unit clerk a couple of floors down I haven’t seen her in years. A chance encounter. Well drop by sometime I said. No I’m too tired after work to visit.

I just looked at her. Not speaking. Eventually she went away. Hopefully forever.

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Booty Call

so I saw her again today, been a few years. I was vulnerable and fell in love fast, and backed away as the red flags got trotted out, one by one.
We had reconnected she was a waitress at the deli, where I played guitar. She went to university and studied English, 4 bachelors and a masters, I went to art school, and 20 years later here we are having coffee and then dinner.
I like my men to walk me up to my apartment she said after, and a nice snog and good night. Best kisser ever, and we had talked for hours with dinner, I was smitten,
A while later she came over for dinner, and she brought 2 bottles of wine and polished one off as I don’t drink like that.
Around 10 she took a call, snickered ‘booty call’ as she took it, and arranged to meet someone at her apartment at 12.
Off the phone, I said, I think you’d better leave, this is pretty rude and I find it hard on me. But I’m too drunk to drive..well you can call a cab from your car, I’ll walk you down and make sure you are locked in, the cab will be here soon…
Saw her a few weeks later, in the coffee shop, raging mad, I mean pissed off, how I had abandoned her, and I said it might be the amount of booze you poor down your throat. She stormed out.
I saw her this morning, years later, packing on the calories from the booze, splotched face, staring at me with hate, as I got my coffee….
Dylan wrote her a song I find….

 

 

Stroke

Sept 12 2017 I woke up confused and unable to move my right arm and leg. 45 min later I was in hospital and here I remain.
I spent a week on an acute ward before being sent to a rehab ward to recover the use of my hand and to walk again.
I’m in no pain.
Tnree mri’s an ect, a heart scan, and there is no reason for me to have a stroke.
Shit happens.

Oct 13.

It’s  been a month in hospital. A week on the acute ward. Three in intense physio. It’s  Friday and I’m tired and discouraged. Even typing this blog with my left hand is hard,  not to mention physio workouts,  room mates calling for nurses at 3 am hurting lonely scared mostly.

It’s infectious the fear. Losing my car and my home to a life of transit and subsidized housing will do that. Will I walk? Use my right hand? No one knows.

Then I see a photo by the new  Nikon D850. Not even a raw but an out of camera jpeg. In some ways the most amazing photo I have ever seen. I think I will own this camera and shoot photo again. There. That’s decided. All decisions fall into place.

 

 

C.V.

EDUCATION
2005 Small Business Management Certificate, MKS Learning Centre
2001 Adult Education Teaching Certificate, Mount Royal University, Calgary, Alberta.
1998 Bachelor of Fine Arts, Alberta College of Art and Design.
1992-1996 Diploma in Fine Arts. Painting major, Alberta College of Art and Design
1973-1980 Private Art Instruction Grip Studios, Gary Ripley
1971-1973 Mount Royal College, Arts and Sciences, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1969-1971 Western Canada High School, Calgary, Alberta, Canada 

Professional Employment
2005 to present Owner Blackstock Art&Design
2005 Professional Development Instructor, Alberta College of Art and Design, for Public School Board Art Instructors
2004 Professional Development Instructor, Performing Arts Center, for Private School Board Art Instructors
1995-2001 Alberta College of Art and Design, Continuing Education Faculty, instructor, painting and drawing.
2001: Mount Royal College, Continuing Education Faculty, instructor, painting. Sessional
1996-2001 Own and operate Jerald Blackstock Fine Arts, fine art consulting, professional picture framing, commission works.
1995 Painting Instructor, Guest Lecturer, Alberta College of Art and Design, Extension
1998 Painting Instructor, Huntington Society of Canada, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1998 Painting Instructor, Care West, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 Painting Instructor, Wheatland Further Education Society, Strathmore, Alberta
1997 Painting Instructor, Huntington Society of Canada
1998 Painting Instructor, Leisure Directions, VRRI, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1995 Painting Instructor, Wheatland Further Education Society, Strathmore, Alberta
1993-1994 Gallery technician / Administrative assistant. The New Gallery, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1993 Special Projects Coordinator The New Gallery, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1984-1986 Art Director, Chinook Plastics, Calgary, Alberta, Canada

 

 

SOLO EXHIBITS
2015 The Summer of Thayre, Kawa, Calgary, Alberta, Canada

2013 The Art of Jerald Blackstock, Kawa, Calgary, Alberta Canada

2012 The Duchy of Jerald, http://www.jeraldblackstock.ca

2000 Public Work: Udderly Art, Bovine with a Cause (Corn on the Cow), Canada Safeway.
1998 Critters, Deacon Ulrich Fine Arts, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 Reflections on the Garden, Devonian Art Gallery, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 Bennett Jones Law Firm, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 The Bread Line, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 Books and Books, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1995 Jerald Blackstock, Third Year Work, The Boardwalk, Calgary, Alberta, Canada

 

 

GROUP EXHIBITS
2010 Diorama Show, The Sugar Shack, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
2007 Contemporary Art and Spirituality, Scarboro United Church, Calgary Alberta, Canada
2000 Udderly Art, Agriculture Building, Bovine with a Cause (Corn on the Cow).
2000 ad hocracy. The Centre Gallery, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1999 Aspects: Land, Body, Mind. The Centre Gallery, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1999 Men’s Work on the Web http://www.cal.shaw.wave.ca/~dufa/men.htm
1998 Mens Work II, The Centre Gallery, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1998 Visions of Transformation, The Centre Gallery, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 The Garden a Dual Perspective, Deacon Ulrich Fine Arts, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 Art Gala ‘97, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 Starship Achieve Fine Art Auction, Science Centre, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 men’s work, The Centre Gallery, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1996 Fresh Paint, Deacon Ulrich Fine Arts, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1996 Graduating Show, Illingworth Kerr Gallery, Alberta College of Art and Design, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1995 Mission Yugoslavia, Museum of the Regiments, Calgary, Alberta, Canada

 

 

Curatorial Practice

2007 Contemporary Art and Spirituality, Scarboro United Church, Calgary Alberta, Canada
2000 Guest Curator, ad hocracy. The Centre Gallery, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1999 Guest Curator, Aspects: Land, Body, Mind. The Centre Gallery, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1999 Men’s Work on the Web an ongoing web site as a continuation of the Men’s Work exhibitions. http://www.cal.shaw.wave.ca/~dufa/men.htm
1998 Guest Curator, Mens Work II, The Centre Gallery, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1998 An Art Show, show of student works from Care West, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 Art Show, show of student works from VRRI, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 Guest Curator, The Garden a Dual Perspective, Deacon Ulrich Fine Arts, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 Achieve, Starship Achieve Fine Art Auction, Science Centre, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 Guest Curator, men’s work, The Centre Gallery, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
1997 Assistant Curator, Black Circus, Charles Malinsky, solo exhibition Ramsay Design Centre, Calgary, Alberta, Canada

ARTICLES
2000 Udderly Art, Colourful Cows For Calgary, by Tom Keyser. 2000, Johnson Gorman. Bovine with a Cause, pg.28
2000 Thorn Magazine, Going Down the Road Feeling Fine. Issue 2
2000 Thorn Magazine, Decontructing the Commode. Issue 1
1994 Glenbow Museum, Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Art History paper on Buddhism placed into archives.
1994 Photo credit, C Magazine, issue 40, winter 1994, pg 48.

 

 

Awards

2006 Winner, Association of Fine Chefs Annual Illustration Competition
2005 Winner, Association of Fine Chefs Annual Illustration Competition
2002 Finalist, Alberta New Media Awards, Illustration category
1996 President’s Honour Roll, ACAD
1995 President’s Honour Roll, ACAD
1995 Alberta Foundation for the Arts, Visual Arts Study Grant
1995 Continuing Arts Foundation, Travel Scholarship
1994 President’s Honour Roll, ACAD
1994 I.O.D.E Foundation Scholarship
1993 Royal Canadian Legion Bursary

Narcissism

Overvalue, Undervalue, Dump, Smear Campaign.

That about sums it up. I mean, they are charming, seductive, they do all the right things a seducer for friendship and love is supposed to do.
The problem is, they lie.
They find some reason to undervalue you and they dump you.
It can be devastating.
They get bored, but in order to look good, they have to make it your fault that they moved on to their next adventure.
So they lie, to cover their inability to sustain relationship.
Because they are users, the other person, who has needs and desires as well, starts to ask for what they want and then it’s all over.
So off they go, covering their tracks with a smear campaign.
Throwing rocks as they go out the door.
Because they are charming seducers, they are hard to spot.
I mean we are supposed to be told that we are wonderful, because we are.
It’s just that they are, you know, liars.
So the problem is, they have nothing to give, no empathy.
They must look good or they are horrible awful people, others must like them, or they are horrible awful people.
So with nothing to give and no empathy, how do they control others to like them?
They love-bomb. You are so wonderful, wise and beautiful….
So when you start asking for reasonable things like commitment, honesty, trust and they don’t have it, they are out the door, blaming you to cover themselves, throwing rocks, then running a smear campaign to cover their tracks.
I recently met a religious woman in the park, one who used religion to show that she was looking good and likeable, and as soon as I said I didn’t prefer religion, she had nothing left, she was gone gone gone.
My gay narcissist acquaintances are much the same. As soon as I say I am hetero, I prefer friendship to belonging to a cult of sexual preference or religious preference and I’m going to be asking for trust, honesty, and commitment, just because I exist, they don’t have it, and they are gone with me as a gay basher or a heretic as they go out the door.
They hate me for asking for what I want.
That’s why, it couldn’t possibly be my fault.
People have choices, they can put up with me, they can be assertive and ask for whatever changes they want or they can reject me. I don’t have secret mind powers that control others choices. Others likes and dislikes only describe them. We are such complex creature with so many facets, to say one of these facets that you don’t prefer describes all of me, is insane.
If I say that about myself, I have created depression, anxiety, shame, embarrassment, guilt and rage.
Where is the evidence that my total being is shit, based on some characteristic that some narcissist focused on in order to get out of being in a healthy relationship?
There is no evidence.
I highly prefer to be perfect in everyone’s eyes (that’s a lot of different preferences to be, what a dance that would be) but I don’t have to be. It would be exhausting.
My last narcissist girlfriend took hours doing her face before going out the door as “you never know who you are going to meet.”  She MUST be liked and accepted or she is no good. OK! What about the people who don’t prefer makeup, how do you fit in with them?  Oh them, ewwwwwww. 
And so it goes….

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