Provenance: Art Gallery Mount Allison University Sackville, New Brunswick
Gift of Mr. Ross B.
Yesterday I did lunch with a friend from Montréal and we then went to the AGO – Art Gallery of Ontario to take in the recently opened Alex Colville show. I paused and actually lost tears on seeing this masterpiece. I have always liked his works and was not familiar with this piece. This masterpiece manages to perfectly encapsulate the utter abandon one experiences when focussed in flying dreams. For me the moment was truly rhapsodic.
At the time, I was fast asleep and, of course, dreaming – after having riotously ploughed the artist late at night at his loft. The piece was created from a photograph – Polaroid, if I am not mistaken. Hard to believe that it was 24 years ago… phenomenal.
I especially love it because the artist exquisitely captures the expressiveness of both my feet and hands. Too, I love that my lids are collapsed on those soulful eyes whose vision captures such astonishing vistas of imagination and intellect.
Hey… modesty is of negligible worth.
Indeed, from Otto van Veen, to Sir Peter Paul Rubens to George Hawken, I am fulfilled for having been a muse and passionate lover.
Born in the year of the Rat and on the same day (August 2) as me, James also happens to be an entity mate. Though I never met him, Merlin did. As we drove from actor, Joe Morton’s Upper West Side tiny apartment from his annual Halloween pumpkin kill in 1982 – we were en route to Times Square and Frederick Jones’s where we would first meet, had also met Joe Morton for the first time that night – Merlin spoke lovingly of James Baldwin whom he had met the year prior through a Black American writer friend of Frederick’s whom I never met as he had died in a car crash in July 1982. James ever will remain one of my favourite writers. Of course, it goes without saying that whilst he was alive, I dreamt often of James thanks to our being entity mates.