No.9 Gardens/Agnes Etherington Centre, July - September 2024
Amanda Boulos, Ella Dawn McGeough, and Erica Stocking unfold an installation and co-creational event series that asks: “What forms (in their many variations) do beds allow us to imagine? What grows from their fertile soil? What weird wanderings does a drowsy mind follow? What dreams come when we lie on grounds that hold our memories? What conventions unravel when we lie prone, released from the vertical 'I'—the upright standing I, the individual I, the restless I, the I who scans the horizon in search of somewhere else? When we are in a hammock, a burrow, a mat in the corner, some warm patch of grass, or soft sand, we cannot be blown down by the storms of history because we are already hugging the earth, settled by gravity's pull, dreaming the world into existence. What then? What thoughts? What emotions? What sensations and perceptions? What narrative possibilities? What strange affinities nestle into and around us?”
PDF Poster
Audio Recording of Olivia Lopez Stocking reading the script for Holes Holding Whole; Four Watches of the Night— BedTime:
*special thanks to Sunny Kerr, Martha Steele, Claudia Rick, and Jess Price-Eisner
PDF Poster
Audio Recording of Olivia Lopez Stocking reading the script for Holes Holding Whole; Four Watches of the Night— BedTime:
*special thanks to Sunny Kerr, Martha Steele, Claudia Rick, and Jess Price-Eisner
















𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥;
𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝟙𝟚 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝟚𝟜 – 𝔹𝕖𝕕𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖
the plumb, Toronto, Spring 2024
Organized by Erica Stocking, Ella Dawn McGeough, and Amanda Boulos, the exhibition unfolded over the space of both exhibition and event series to ask:
What forms (in their many forms) do beds make it possible to imagine? What grows from their fertile soil? What weird wanderings does a drowsy mind follow? What conventions undo themselves when lying prone, released from the vertical “I”—the upright standing I, the individual I, the restless I, the I who scans the horizon in search of somewhere else; when we are in a hammock, a burrow, a mat in the corner, some warm patch of grass, or soft sand, where we cannot be blown down by the storms of history because we are already hugging the earth, settled by gravity’s pull, dreaming the world into existence. What then? What thoughts? What emotions? What sensations and perceptions? What possibilities? What strange affinities nestle into and around us?
the plumb, Toronto, Spring 2024
Organized by Erica Stocking, Ella Dawn McGeough, and Amanda Boulos, the exhibition unfolded over the space of both exhibition and event series to ask:
What forms (in their many forms) do beds make it possible to imagine? What grows from their fertile soil? What weird wanderings does a drowsy mind follow? What conventions undo themselves when lying prone, released from the vertical “I”—the upright standing I, the individual I, the restless I, the I who scans the horizon in search of somewhere else; when we are in a hammock, a burrow, a mat in the corner, some warm patch of grass, or soft sand, where we cannot be blown down by the storms of history because we are already hugging the earth, settled by gravity’s pull, dreaming the world into existence. What then? What thoughts? What emotions? What sensations and perceptions? What possibilities? What strange affinities nestle into and around us?


























































Gales Gallery, York University, October 2023
This exhibition goes hand-on-hand with my doctoral project,
“We Change Everything We Touch and Everything We
Touch Changes,” which assembles interconnected texts, quotations, graphic content,
and sculptural works to ask: what forms (in their many forms) do beds make it
possible to imagine? What grows from their fertile soil? What weird wanderings
does a drowsy mind follow? What does a tired and/or sick body deem important or
irrelevant? What conventions undo themselves when lying
prone, released from the vertical “I”—the upright standing I, the individual I,
the restless I, the I who scans the horizon in search of somewhere else; when
we are in a hammock, a burrow, a mat in the corner, some warm patch of grass,
or soft sand, where we cannot be blown down by the storms of history because we
are already hugging the earth, settled by gravity’s pull, dreaming the world
into existence. What then? What thoughts? What emotions? What sensations
and perceptions? What possibilities? What strange affinities nestle into and
around us?
*pdf: “I’m on Fire”
*pdf: “I’m on Fire”









The Witch_1942, 2019-2022
installation views from goodtime, The Plumb, Toronto (Fall 2022) and Tools ‘n’ Shit (Round 1, 2, 3) (2019-2022), Goodwater Gallery, Toronto
~14,600 pieces of grapevine charcoal made over the course of two-years in Goodwater’s fireplace, drawing material for a lifetime. The work includes several tools necessary for production, installation, storage and a special edition Goodwater Mailer for the exhibition, goodtime.
I wrote a featured essat about goodwater/goodtime for Momus: It’s All About Good Timing: Goodwater at the Plumb
production assistance: Melissa Bleecker and John Goodwin
installation views from goodtime, The Plumb, Toronto (Fall 2022) and Tools ‘n’ Shit (Round 1, 2, 3) (2019-2022), Goodwater Gallery, Toronto
~14,600 pieces of grapevine charcoal made over the course of two-years in Goodwater’s fireplace, drawing material for a lifetime. The work includes several tools necessary for production, installation, storage and a special edition Goodwater Mailer for the exhibition, goodtime.
I wrote a featured essat about goodwater/goodtime for Momus: It’s All About Good Timing: Goodwater at the Plumb
production assistance: Melissa Bleecker and John Goodwin
grape vine: Sandra Rechico, Callum Schuster, Amanda White
photo documentation: Alison Postma, Colin Miner, John Goodwin











The Future is Dark...I think
August 2022, La Datcha, Berlin
Following years of coorespondence and much delay, during the summer of 2022, Maggie Groat & I each held independant residencies at La Datcha working closely with Jessica Groome and the space itself, a Schrebergarten located in Volkspark Rehberge (Berlin Wedding).
La Datcha was transformed through a whirlwind of activity: sweeping, raking, weeding, watering, observing, playing, searching for spiders, renovating, gathering, assembling, watching, arriving, and making.
The culmination of our collaborative activities resulted in the exhibition The Future is Dark... I Think hosted by Project Space Festival Berlin.
I continued the “_~form_” series with site~form_willkommen, a goopy gate covered in salt dough mixed with, blackberry, plant material, banana, cane sugar, beer, Aperol, pinot noir, and Baba Jaga spirits; dream~form_Baba Jaga, a very long-lasting jute and beeswax candle; and several site~form_moon-milks, small conglomerate assortments of rocks painted with milk paint and moth bait, an all day slurp-fest for wasps and slugs.
︎ exhibition poster & text
image credit: Colin Miner
August 2022, La Datcha, Berlin
Following years of coorespondence and much delay, during the summer of 2022, Maggie Groat & I each held independant residencies at La Datcha working closely with Jessica Groome and the space itself, a Schrebergarten located in Volkspark Rehberge (Berlin Wedding).
La Datcha was transformed through a whirlwind of activity: sweeping, raking, weeding, watering, observing, playing, searching for spiders, renovating, gathering, assembling, watching, arriving, and making.
The culmination of our collaborative activities resulted in the exhibition The Future is Dark... I Think hosted by Project Space Festival Berlin.
I continued the “_~form_” series with site~form_willkommen, a goopy gate covered in salt dough mixed with, blackberry, plant material, banana, cane sugar, beer, Aperol, pinot noir, and Baba Jaga spirits; dream~form_Baba Jaga, a very long-lasting jute and beeswax candle; and several site~form_moon-milks, small conglomerate assortments of rocks painted with milk paint and moth bait, an all day slurp-fest for wasps and slugs.
︎ exhibition poster & text
image credit: Colin Miner














