EXHIBITION

“Who” not “What”
Logan Soeder

September 12 – November 2, 2020

I am Lolo (Logan Soeder), I am a transgender non-binary artist residing in Kitchener-Waterloo. What draws me to forests is this visceral feeling of needing connection. The forest has helped me in many ways including working through a major phobia. I have lived for 27 years with debilitating “emetophobia” (fear of vomiting). Through my time healing from emetophobia I have learned what dissociation really feels like. Disconnected from my body, there was no way to connect with others and the community, I felt I was watching life go by like a movie. In 2019 I was relieved to finally come out of dissociation thanks to intuitively connecting with trees. In my healing process a thought had come to me: Some of us are aware the destruction of forests plays a monumental part in creating pandemics. I believe if we were truly connected to our planet we would not be harming it to the extent we are. I believe, like I was from my body, we are simply dissociated from our own planet! Just as you would dissociate and self harm in mental illness – I believe we are self harming on a greater scale due to disconnection. Think of a cedar tree as you would someone you love, appreciate what a maple gives you on a hot day, feel and smell their bark – talk to them! I invite you to connect to the forest around you in a way you would a “Who” not a “What.”

The following link leads to a video that inspired much of Logan’s work.

Tales of Sweetgrass & Trees:
Robin Wall Kimmerer & Richard Powers with Terry Tempest Williams

Artist talk with Logan Soeder

Recorded on Friday September 18, 2020

Join artist Logan Soeder as they answer questions with our Director/Curator Tabatha Watson about their new exhibition “Who” not “What”.

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The Loch Doon area was memorialized in celebrated Scottish poet, Robert Burns piece “Ye banks and braes O’ bonnie Doon”

Ye banks and braes o’ bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu’ o’ care?
Thou’lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o’ departed joys,
Departed, never to return.

Aft hae I rov’d by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o’ its love,
And fondly sae did I o’ mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose,
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover stole my rose,
But, ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.