Introducing our six finalists!
Choose your favourite work of art from these six finalists
This piece is important to me. It shows that being part of the LGBTTI2S2Q involves many different elements. Not everyone feels things the same, and together we are a community that makes up a whole. I used the colours of the pride flag, and the pride flag in the background to even further show my point.
Fabric, Acrylic, Sharpie 2013
Sault Ste. Marie (Ontario)
A round dance on Parliament Hill. Solidarity joined by hands, no race involved, just peace, love and harmony!
I have many friends that are into the political side of the Idle No More movement and achieve great awareness across the country by speaking up against the government and the effects of Bill C-45 that are slowly stripping our Mother Earth. I, on the other hand, have no political background but through these images taking from that day, I feel in love with my people even more and decided I needed to paint what I felt was the rhythm and movement of my people, I am an artist and goddaughter/great niece to the late Cecil Youngfox. He was a well-known Anishinaabe Canadian painter and a homosexual man. He died from AIDS in 1987 but him and his partner Alberto Decastro made a huge, positive impact in the gay community of Toronto. He truly is my spiritual mentor guiding me in the right decisions of creative thinking and having the ability to tell a story by expressing my spiritual instincts and painting them on fabric without any hesitations.
I wanted to focus not on distinctions but rather on that which unites people, whomever they are. The multicolour flag unfolds to provide space for the heart, which remains similar and is found within us all. Hoping that one day, we will no longer need to make it a struggle, and that the only recognized orientation will be named love.
As a reference model for my work I choose NBA’s first openly gay player Jason Collins. He is a great example of how a person confront with a public opinion regarding homosexuals in certain roles, such as being a professional athlete. His brave move inspired other people in the sport reveal their personalities to public releasing themselves from personal prison.
The big idea behind my piece of art is that how many more people afraid of saying who they really are. Some of them afraid of parents reaction, other afraid of loosing a job, friends, family, etc. However, there always people who while being an example change the society, challenge paradigms and norms.
The hand symbolizes silence, while bright lips prompt for action. At the same time I want to show people that they can not always hide who they really are.
Surrey (British Colombia)
For this piece, I wanted it to be simple and direct to the point. I wanted to show how everyone of can join in and rejoice in being proud of who they are. I decided to use silhouettes to show how regardless of your gender and sexual preferences, we are all people and that’s all that matters.
Vancouver (British Colombia)
As a queer migrant I’ve witnessed/experienced the intersections of race and sexual identity. Racism and homonationalism within queer communities, homophobia within racialized ones. In the intersections of these identities lies bridges, albeit often painful ones. Racialized queer folks take on the task of articulating their experiences while facing multiple layers of discrimination, advocating for their communities and themselves.
In this piece I want to make visible these intersections and pay tribute to their experience. I split the acronym Q[M]TIPOC and place them into boxes (walls), and below write NO WALLS BETWEEN US. While the text makes reference to the different barriers within these communities, the image illustrates the literal walls that exist for migrant folks.
There is a wall in Arizona,
There is a wall in Palestine,
There are peoples whose livelihoods are affected by lines.
They separate them from their families…
Ancestral territories… Their stories…
Theres a wall in Cartagena
There is my apartment
We’d be making such a huge statement
If we got rid of walls between us.
– Pablo Munoz