Reach out if you can help.

Hello.

My name is Allyson Proulx, aka Lefty Smudges.

I am a self-taught, professional, multimedia artist and writer currently focused on generating experiences of magic and generosity alongside Deshkan Ziibi (Anishnaabemowin) in London, Ontario.

To get the ball rolling, in January, I began a daily correspondence project titled, Alone, together. To make sure the ball had somewhere to roll, this winter I applied to and was recently awarded, a two-week artist residency at Great Island Arts in Nova Scotia (June 22-July 5), and acceptance into the foundation year art program at Yukon School of Visual Arts (starting Sept.5, 2019).

During my residency I will be editing and drawing (working on two book ideas), while documenting my experience through ‘Alone, together’. My experience at Yukon SOVA will also be documented through ‘Alone, together’, and will be something entirely new –

Great Island Arts asks non-indigenous artists to critically engage with their presence on the land – unceded Mi’kmaq territory; Yukon SOVA requires students to understand the history, culture, and journey towards self-determination of the Yukon First Nations (Tr’ondek Hwech’in community).

To make it to these places – to actually be able to show up and receive this education, I am in need of some help from magical and generous folk just like you.

If you are willing and able, please join Alone, together, donate to me directly via paypal and e-transfer (leftysmudges@gmail.com), or contact me personally to purchase art work.

I created this Kijiji Ad for one special, magical patron – someone(s) with access to a safe and spacious vehicle for me; a vehicle I can use to drive myself to both of these places. It’s my most generous and magical ask, and also the one with the most potential to provide me with a sense of autonomy during this challenging and adventurous time.

I’ll be writing letters, playing with paper, and checking my email for the rest of the day.

leftysmudges@gmail.com

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In Transit: Route 5 (Springbank)

In Transit

Bus: Route 5 Springbank (Westbound)

Time: 7:07 pm

Starting Point: Dundas & Richmond

Song: Rise, Eddie Vedder

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Aug. 2

the trip has begun. here I am again. on another bus. on another page. here to write. here to document the journey. here in transit. on the page. here to write something of substance. the bus is half full. the front half. I am way back here. the back corner, looking out the window…I am conscious that you are reading this. I am conscious that this is ok. I know how to write. I can write and write and write. I’m hoping eventually all the good words will come out. on this bus. in transit. at some point. this is a journey and I have begun. I have one hour on this bus. to write. he we head out to Byron and then circle back downtown. haha. some guy just walked back here only to open the window, leaving my hair now blowing in the wind, in my face, as I write, and he is back in his seat at the front of the bus. thanks? I took a video. I don’t know if I’ve ever been on this bus before…I may have cleaned houses back in here too. Berkshire Dr. Nah. a lot of those houses were in the west end though. I am here. on this bus. on this page. the song, Eddie Vedder, just began again. one song. over and over just like the wheels on the bus. the route along which we drive. over and over day after day. but I am new here. I am new and so to is the view. my hair is really

blowing now! we’re driving along springbank now. I took this bus because I wanted to look at green things out the window. parks and trees. the last trip was all concrete and buildings. I want nature. I can smell the green now, coming through that open window. thanks! Springbank park. so beautiful. I’ve come here walking many times. I want to keep my head down and my pen on the page. sometimes, like now, this scares me. what if I write something I don’t want you to know. what if the thoughts come out silly and self-absorbed. mundane, easily dismissed. I want to write something of substance. I do. I want to write something beyond myself. bigger than my tiny thoughts. the pen has the power to do that. it makes us bigger than we are in real life. on the page. i can be bigger than this bus. i can fly up and over it while we pitstop here outside the library! the library! i love the library. shout out to my library system here in London – you provide me with so much – space, computers, programs, knowledge, stories, community…I applied to work at that Waldo’s right there. They had just hired someone else. Tough loss. though loss. losing jobs. I’ve lost a few. in transit. one day I’ll find my way to right where I’m supposed to be. we’re on the move again. 7:32pm. There is only two of us left on the bus. a slow night. ok. and now I am alone. yes. I take pauses in writing. allow myself to stare out the window and dream. allow myself to take a picture or two. to capture the experience. to capture and document. I am trying. you have to begin somewhere right. well I am starting right here with what

I’ve got. the words I’ve got. the means of transportation I’ve got. the eyes I’ve got. the heart I’ve got. the hands I’ve got. the feet I’ve got. the money I’ve got. one day. if i keep going, things will keep growing. that’s how it works. g keep going. keep growing. art is no different. my hair is all over the place. two companions now, both sitting back here with me. and there is Springbank park again. I’ll take a picture. 7:43pm. I love green things. I want to live in a forest. with a pond or a lake nearby. I like waves, so maybe a lake. but definitely a forest. give me trees. dude. the car beside us is blasting thier music and it’s clashing with these this lovely guitar pickin’ in my ear. there. he’s gone. much better. Back on Berkshire. I’m happy to be here. to be trying. to be going somewhere. to be doing something. with my life. with my writing. with my head and my heart and my pen in my hand. I am happy to be here. riding around for no reason and writing for no reason too. just to do it. to be it. this woman. writing and riding and knowing she’s making something of it. I’m wearing a blue skirt and a white top. my hair is freshly washed and hanging down. my eyes are blue. my shoes have stripes. the guy in front of my is wearing a red baseball hat. It’s got some kind of logo on it. I think it’s for a sports team. the expos? did you know there is a trailer park on Springbank!? I didn’t. we’re passing another field of green. 7:53pm.

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this trip is almost over. I won’t be able to fill this page. It will go undone until I write again. tomorrow. tomorrow. and always tomorrow. I want to take one last picture. we need to stop for a second. ok. that’s it. we’re almost. there. I’m gonna hop right back on another bus and…the bus driver just came to sit beside me and asked me what my project was about! HAHA! Perfect. thank you. thank you bus driver. thank you London Transit. thank you fellow passengers. thank you trees. my goodness. good night. I love you. you are beautiful.

Time: 8:00pm.

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Allyson’s Note: three videos were taken along this journey, they are not included here however, due to my WordPress account (videos cost extra). You can follow me on Instagram (@leftysmudges), I’ll get them up there, in some form, soon enough.