Our Fighting Normal exhibit will be on display in Kerrobert, Sask., from Sept. 7 through Oct. 21, 2022. The exhibit will open at the Kerrobert Courtroom Gallery, 433 Manitoba Drive, on Wednesday, Sept 7 at 7pm. The following evening, award-winning mental health advocate Amy Willans will deliver the presentation, ‘Triumph of the Spirit,’ in which she shares her own story and what she’s learned about wellness, stigma, the healing powers of art, and the importance of community, resilience and gratitude. Everyone welcome.
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See Fighting Normal in St Albert, Sept. 18
Great news — we have been asked to remount Fighting Normal – our multi-discipline installation challenging the stigma of mental illness – at the St Albert Public Library this week.
Text fragments from Amy Willans’s bold, poignant poetry about her experience with mental illness, in combination with paintings and photo/collage pieces created by Laurie MacFayden, will be on display in the library’s programming room for a week beginning Sunday, Sept. 15.
The main event is Wednesday, Sept. 18 at 7 pm, featuring a presentation followed by a Q&A session.
This show made its debut at Visual Arts Alberta gallery in January 2013. We’re very proud and excited to be offered another opportunity to display this work, thanks to Regional Writer in Residence Mary Pinkoski. In the six years since its inception, Amy has become a highly sought-after public speaker; and is now an award-winning mental health advocate and educator. She has had two pieces published in the Globe and Mail newspaper; and been a featured guest on White Coat, Black Art, a CBC radio documentary series hosted by Dr. Brian Goldman.
Earlier this year, Amy was recognized at the Edmonton Mayor’s Awards with the Ewen Nelson Award for Self Advocacy for her work fighting stigma, educating the general public about mental illness, and supporting those living with brain illnesses. She is currently working on a memoir about her journey.
The St. Albert Public Library is located at 5 Anne Street, in the same building as the Arden Theatre/St. Albert Place.
The story behind Fighting Normal
Edmonton author Amy Willans was a university student and elite-level athlete on the Canadian National Precision Skating Team when mental illness forced her to leave the team and quit school at age 22. The next five years of her life was a cycle of hospitals, medications, invasive treatments and the shocking reality of isolation and stigma.
After years of learning to manage her illness, Willans has dedicated her life to fighting stigma, educating the general public around mental illness, and supporting those living with brain illnesses. She recently spoke with Dr. Brian Goldman, host of CBC’s White Coat, Black Art, about her journey and how writing has been part of her path to wellness.
In 2013, Willans and Edmonton artist Laurie MacFayden created the multi-discipline instillation Fighting Normal which combined text fragments and paintings to examine the stigma and trauma of mental illness.
before you are well you must know things
you must know the hollow side of sadness
carved into the cave of your body
you must know hunger in its primal form
where you could eat your fingers and never be full
in a bed
i’m covered in purple blankets
that smell of funeral homes
Looking for some sort of god
by amy willans
it’s so dark tonight and the snow sits watching me
how i’m living day to day
how i’m looking for you
all i can say is halleluiah
there are fingers
tapping at my window
ten thousand drums of hope
a candle close to the end
of its wick
the last drop of wine
blood on my lips
a chant so beautiful
this must be where you live
and there is a star
ready to fall
a song in the dark
of a bare neck
i search for you
and today i sing:
save me love
maybe i already know you
maybe it’s your voice
that’s so soft
but my hands are cold
and there are ten thousand
virgins all named mary
you are more seductive than you think
and tonight like a song ending
the soft beautiful quiet notes
the warmth of a bed
a bath of soap and sand
it’s so close to winter
and i look for you in windows or the last mirror
in a row of faintly coloured pictures.
my knees are cold and broken and within my sight
dark purple rings around my eyes
one last look of blue
will you swallow my bruises?
everything seems to be moving in circles
and once i was a child
and once i was alone with a craving to cut myself
you’re at the bottom of all of this
in this universe i can barely move in
and i ask you whoever you are to find me
broken and beheaded in pieces of ash and bottle.
because you save me every morning
and every night when darkness sits below my eyes
you save me with breath and kiss and touch
and you save me with possibility and love
and what would i do without love?
what i am trying to say is
Woman in the Mirror
blue as a lie
let me disappear
mid-morning yellow kitchen curtains
the taste of soap on your tongue
this is the house that held you
white walls and red geraniums
a door bell that stopped time
this is your mother in blue scouring the sink
holding a spatula screaming
then promises of peace
the orange brown carpet
vacuumed into perfect lines
out the window grass and a tree
you’re not allowed to climb