The black squirrel of happiness
Blearily sipping tea, as Romy hurried off to work. I looked at a squirrel in the back yard, its blackness betraying the fact I was in the new world. Mason's birthday tomorrow, and the card I sent him with a Salty-alike being harangued for having no bollocks went down well.
Typically there is action on Lorraine's house. Much thinking and discussion about this. But it is good news.
Toby took Lorraine and I off to Creamer cafe, a local Toby haunt near his house. I had an agent cooper moment, supping their damn fine coffee. He treated us to a show and tell on his crotchtop computer of their amazing trip to Argentina.
A relaxed bus and metro trip to the centre of town, around the corner from where Toby had lived. Into the AGO, the Art Gallery of Ontario, which has been substantially rebuilt since I was here three years ago.Now it has a beautiful curving glass front designed by Frank Gehry. I have photos and will upload them later. Toby took us for lunch in a swanky new restaurant attached to the gallery called Frank.
Then we dived into the art. I am particularly interested in Canadian artists, like the group of seven and the amazing Emily Carr. This trip I was particularly taken with the work of Lawren Harris, especially a piece called Beaver Swamp. Canadian art seems to me to be full of the aloneness of the viewer looking almost uncomprehendingly into a landscape that dwarfs them. The response is to simplify forms, and it is full of huge blocks of cloud and forests and mountains.
Many other delights there including a briefcase of wooden fishes, and an amazing collection of work by Guiseppe Penone who carves logs so that they have saplings emerging from them, or he wraps venerable old logs in leather.
Home for a snooze, and Romy came home from work, and she rustled up some lovely Thai food still in her suit. Much chatting and sampling of wine from an Argentinian vineyard where cacti grow among the vines. It is very good to be with Toby and Romy.
Below Beaver Swamp by Lawren Harris. Seeing it for real was an amazing experience. The light in the sky glows. It is a stunningly good painting. Lorraine in Frank, two shots outside the gallery, and Meatball, the world's most anxious looking cat.
Blearily sipping tea, as Romy hurried off to work. I looked at a squirrel in the back yard, its blackness betraying the fact I was in the new world. Mason's birthday tomorrow, and the card I sent him with a Salty-alike being harangued for having no bollocks went down well.
Typically there is action on Lorraine's house. Much thinking and discussion about this. But it is good news.
Toby took Lorraine and I off to Creamer cafe, a local Toby haunt near his house. I had an agent cooper moment, supping their damn fine coffee. He treated us to a show and tell on his crotchtop computer of their amazing trip to Argentina.
A relaxed bus and metro trip to the centre of town, around the corner from where Toby had lived. Into the AGO, the Art Gallery of Ontario, which has been substantially rebuilt since I was here three years ago.Now it has a beautiful curving glass front designed by Frank Gehry. I have photos and will upload them later. Toby took us for lunch in a swanky new restaurant attached to the gallery called Frank.
Then we dived into the art. I am particularly interested in Canadian artists, like the group of seven and the amazing Emily Carr. This trip I was particularly taken with the work of Lawren Harris, especially a piece called Beaver Swamp. Canadian art seems to me to be full of the aloneness of the viewer looking almost uncomprehendingly into a landscape that dwarfs them. The response is to simplify forms, and it is full of huge blocks of cloud and forests and mountains.
Many other delights there including a briefcase of wooden fishes, and an amazing collection of work by Guiseppe Penone who carves logs so that they have saplings emerging from them, or he wraps venerable old logs in leather.
Home for a snooze, and Romy came home from work, and she rustled up some lovely Thai food still in her suit. Much chatting and sampling of wine from an Argentinian vineyard where cacti grow among the vines. It is very good to be with Toby and Romy.
Below Beaver Swamp by Lawren Harris. Seeing it for real was an amazing experience. The light in the sky glows. It is a stunningly good painting. Lorraine in Frank, two shots outside the gallery, and Meatball, the world's most anxious looking cat.
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