YVONNE SINGER
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selected works from 1985-2009

Sometime I like a happy ending: sometimes I like a sad ending (2009)
random objects random thoughts (2009)

Signs of Life: an intimate portrait of someone I don't know (2008)
Le stade du Miroir (2003)

you are on my mind (2003)
​The Trouble with Translation (2003)
Family Album (2002)

between two points (2001)
Doing Time (2000)
Staging Memory (2000)
I should have, I could have, I would have... ...if only (1998)

I am ... (1998)
The Veiled Room (1998)
Projections for the Unseeing (1997)

A Portable Viewing Station for Anxious Travelers (1994)
In Memoriam Forgetting and Remembering Fragments of History (1993)

Measure of the Man (1992)
Fragments for a Story (1991)

Search for Definition (1991)

Isn't your/my mother beautiful? (1990)
Neon for j.e. atkinson (1990)
My lips are sealed (1989)

Contradictions and Possibilities (1988)
In the room (1987)

Hide and Seek (1985)
Back to Back (1985)


sometimes I like a happy ending; sometimes I like a sad ending, 2009

Material: convex mirror, steel, vinyl text
Dimension: 36 x 72 in.
Site: Kiwi Sculpture Garden, Perth Ontario.
Curator: Mary Sue Rankin, Edward Day Gallery, Toronto.

sometimes I like a happy ending; sometimes I like a sad ending: "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" She looked in the mirror and saw nothing. She looked in the mirror again and saw a stranger. How could that be? Mirrors never lie, she was told. "Oh, well," she thought, "I'll try again tomorrow."

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