It’s been awhile and I won a thing

Most days it’s really hard to get out of bed. It’s hard to find the energy to get ready to go anywhere but it’s not because I’m depressed, it’s because I can never find matching socks. I’m not making fun of depression either because I’ve been there AND done that (several times…I’ll save those stories for maybe never or soon) anyway, back to foot hazmat…some days finding matching socks can seem equally debilitating. If you want to argue with me, feel free, but you’ve never seen the state of my bedroom…picture a rummage sale except without the vans and trucks and SOMETIMES without the haggard old man with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Jesus, now I’m depressing myself, maybe I should start sleeping on the overstuffed chair in my living room and just give my cat the bed. I guess the whole point here is – never pay close attention to my socks because if you do you’ll notice they don’t match…often. I feel like I went off topic, that I was going to talk about a time where my feet matched…

Oh Right!

…So, I was nominated by Georgian College for a Premier’s Award in the Recent Graduates Category (I’m glad they didn’t nominate me based on my laundry skillz). I figured, as an artist, had no hope in H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks of winning because take a look at the amazing people I was up against. In my head, Kiwayne Jones should have had this….he is truly inspiring for obvious reasons. Insanely, however, somehow I was chosen to be the recipient (sorry Kiwayne, I was rooting for you, honestly). But of course, in my usual unmatched socks fashion, I hadn’t prepared a speech for the 800+ guests at the ceremony…so I walked up to the podium and winged it (some people call that speaking from the heart, I call it speaking from a place of just really being pissed off with the state of Indigenous nations across North America). In an odd twist of luck, I guess it must have hit home because hours later when I was in the hotel bar celebrating, people were still coming up to me to tell me how much it meant for them to hear. I was even stopped by two girls in the washroom who said their table couldn’t stop talking about it…that’s just crazy…like really crazy…seriously crazy because I’m certain that one them was really, really obsessed with my shoes. She even told me so.        #winning

Anywho, on the flip side I was able to spend the evening with some truly amazing people including my fellow Georgian College nominees and my lovely friend Tammi. ALSO, since he was in town, my Chief even showed up afterwards for a celebratory cheers which was a welcome surprise and a ton of fun. He’s actually a pretty great guy and not the War Lord some Conservatives make our leadership out to be (not that this is a new discovery for me, I usually try to avoid voting for War Lords by doing my homework to ensure they aren’t indulging in heinous crimes against humanity and training child soldiers). I don’t know if that last part needed to be emphasized but you never know what kind of people read these blogs to derive their info (see Breitbart and Scott Gilmore from MacLeans).

But mostly, this was a great night filled with a lot of fun even though I had to get up and go to class the next day. Overall I rate this Premier’s Awards night a 5 out of 5 Over-electrified Wynne $tar$. Also G’chi miigwech to Georgian College for putting their faith in this old lady…I won’t forget it.

 

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Aylan Couchie is an Indigenous artist hailing from Nipissing First Nation in North Bay, Ontario. Currently residing in Barrie, Aylan primarily works in sculpture, installation, oil painting and printmaking as well as organizing and planning many events such as Downtown Barrie art crawls and more.

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