November 17-20, 2011
Concourse Gallery, Emily Carr University of Art + Design

Distant Air, net art project, 2006
by Myron Campbell
Distant Air is a non-linear interactive timeline that charts five vivid recollections of birds ranging from when I was a child to memories I haven’t experienced yet.

A Biography of Sorts
There are four historical events that have punctuated the undulating venation of Myron Campbell’s cerebellum which are surely responsible for his organic style of art.
The very first, was the result of a malign avian spirit who visited Myron while still in utero. This ethereal creature wrapped Myron’s psyche in ghostly feathers and saturated his developing mind in the mounting despair of the natural world. Unprepared for such a hostile nightmare, the prenatal child, still only halfway through his gestation, jolted his mother into an early labour. The profound sentiment left behind by this creature can be seen in creations such as Myron’s award winning “Fragile Circus”.
The second event would come only months after Myron’s parents discovered his unique propensity for artistry. At the age of four, and still stumbling over the grammatical formations of human language, Myron visited the Old Man River in Saskatchewan. Mythically sized rain drops twirled downward from the dark clouds, sploshing into muddy puddles all around. Myron sat at the river bank to enjoy its mystical flow.
Here Myron sank to his chin in the soaked earth while hundreds of burrowing night crawlers surrounded him in the mud. A bolt of lightning smashed into a nearby aspen and ran through the old and twisted tree, traveling from its roots and irradiating these subterranean creatures. Myron could see, wriggling beneath the ground, the tiny glowing bodies. As they crackled like cinders into dusty flecks, his spirit was infused with an organic aura. This event inspired him to become a visual artist. Later, he would graduate from the Visual Communication Program at Medicine Hat College.
The third event was traumatic for Myron. While living in Halifax, he was walking along the dockyard and a cool thick fog rolled in from the Harbor and surrounded the coast line in an impenetrable mist. Without notice, an overhead electrical cable snapped loose, and instantly vaporized Myron’s right brain. His neural cavity filled with electricity and, being of unequal pressure to the external atmosphere, vacuumed in the surrounding fog through his ear. Hence forth, Myron’s right brain would forever be a churning zapping mass of electrified neural mist.
And so, Myron packed his bags and headed for the cheery heights of the Rocky Mountains where he accepted a job at the Banff New Media Institute as a digital artist for the on-line magazine, Horizon Zero. Myron enjoyed much success in his career while in Banff, winning numerous awards for The Fragile Circus, recognition for The Flowering of Forgotten Gifts (a collaborative project for the National Film Board of Canada) and having his personal web site, included in the publication, Taschen’s 1000 favorite websites.
And so this brings us to the fourth and final event of significance (thus far), in Myron’s life. One day, while climbing Tunnel Mountain, he veered off the trail and rambled for hours in unintentional directions. Fatigue eventually claimed victory and Myron sat to watch the sun sink beneath the world’s edge.
As the haze of dusk rushed in and cloaked the mountains in a transparent charcoal blanket, Myron noticed a speckled Cricket. He tried to capture it, but the bug jumped on his face, and bit him on the lip, which temporarily paralyzed Myron from head to toe.
As he lay helpless, two giant slugs slid up each cheek, and wrapped his eyes in their mucus covered foot pads. Over the breadth of each iris, they placed a glowing mirror, and Myron witnessed the reflections inside of his own mind. Like Ouroboros, he fed upon himself, recycling the mind’s eternal conjuring. For hours he rested in a psychedelic trance, intoxicated by the fodder of his own imagination.
Today Myron has moved from his tiny dwelling buried in the side of a hill in Banff to Vancouver, BC still spending the great majority of his spare time collecting forgotten patterns and discarded thoughts. He is currently working as an instructor, molding minds at Vancouver Film School in the Digital Design program. He has also an MAA Candidate in the Media Arts Program at Emily Carr University of Art & Design where his current research involves animal human hybrids in mythology.  He sleeps never. Ever.
The End


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