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)
Art about Art (1986)

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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