Bryce Erickson’s habitat and haunts define a place called West Central. With signposts from Battleford to Borden, Radisson to Rabbit Cabin, Waskesiu to Manitou, Erickson and this circumscribed territory inhabit each other.
Absent notions of self framed by dogma, tribe or psychology, Erickson makes art to mark points and connect the dots of a life lived. The images distill from recurring, contentious memories of his passage through West Central: the who; the where; and crucially, what happened next – all questions with burrs embedded. A memory stilled by painting yields the aesthetic equivalent of a GPS reference confirmed.