YVONNE SINGER
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selected works from 1985-2009

Sometimes 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)

In the room, 1987 

Materials: Hydrocal plaster, graphite
Dimensions: 14 ft.; figures: 63 x 30 in.
Exhibition:
Rodman Hall, St. Catharines. Ontario.

The drawings on the wall are enlarged silhouettes of the figures on the ground. The figures are in various states of tension and arrested motion. I see them as alienated and isolated from one another. They reminded me of the T.S Eliot poem, The Wasteland. ["In the room, the women come and go talking of Michaelangelo"].

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