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You’ve got to breathe your own air, at times, to crowd cope. Or thoughts are so squeezed.
<– Part 2 So after the Martin/Harris exhibit we planned to go down to the first floor. Karen wanted to check out the the Idea Lab exhibit called ‘Investigating the Art of Benjamin Cheverton’. Best laid plans of–you know the … Continue reading
<- Part 1 How does one contain the vastness of the Canadian North onto canvas or board? Some great mind has to invent a way to distill hundreds of kilometers into a handful of meters. It’s an enormous task yet … Continue reading
By chance, last week, I listened to a CBC Ideas podcast with Michael Enright interviewing Steve Martin about the Art Gallery of Ontario’s exhibition ‘The Idea of North: the Paintings of Lawren Harris’. That was more than enough to gain … Continue reading
Priests, morals extending, busily wait sore souls sole. Dark nights will bring them.
Scattered blue fall sky cloud ranked time marches crossing leaves my yearning ripe
Animals, still life, those wild that can man adapt amuse through our hoops.