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Right Here, Right Now

Deion Squires-Rouse




Copyright © 2020 Deion Squires-Rouse

This book or any portion thereof

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Right Here, Right Now

Deion Squires-Rouse



DEION SQUIRES-ROUSE is a Scarborough born visual artist, currently

based out of Toronto. Working primarily with lens-based media, he attempts

to communicate the link between the physical world and emotional

consciousness, otentimes drawing upon contemporary themes to incite a

connection with his viewers. He is heavily inluenced by his forays into the

various diverse scenes of Toronto youth culture, fashion and his experiences

as a young person of colour. In his future, he hopes to spread a message

of personal freedom and continues to strive towards portraying people and

their lives in their truest and most expressive forms.



Initially, My intent with this project was to visually map my mother, our

relationship and the spaces we share. This work was to be used as a means

of documenting our time in isolation, a way to capture a unique period

in our shared timeline, but, in the process, I was reminded that our lives,

individually and in the context of each other, are complex and multifaceted,

as all lives are. In the corners of our home are pieces of us and our history;

waypoints in the shape of paraphernalia. I tracked and traced the quotidian

interactions we have with these spaces and objects, as well as with each

other, to build a complete guide to us, as we are right now. More than just

a logbook or a study though, I wanted this project to be a celebration of

us and the love we share. A recent loss in the family triggered a ixation,

in my mother, on the leftovers and how strongly she wishes she had more.

As a consequence it became an indulgence; she was awarded the comfort

of immortalization, and I will have a way to remember (hopefully far in the

future).



Dedicated to her,

becuase who else?




THIS WAS US THEN,



this is where we live


this is where she lives









she works mornings






hair is common ground




















sometimes getting a picture

is like pulling teeth




“stop acting shy”





and this is us,

right here, right now







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