How did I not know of this creative genius before? Well, apart from not being awash in multiple millions… I have watched this painting for the past several weeks truly enraptured. Of course, thanks to the schadenfreude that was Evan Solomon’s demise – goodness, if you sneezed, it’s very likely that you would have missed it – I have finally found Peter Doig.
Of course, I don’t look at TV so his departure from CBC would have been more readily noticed. Moral of the story: do not ever try extorting money from the rich… and a lawyer to boot – Bruce Bailey. Goodness, what could he possibly have been thinking? The greedy twat… adieu! Goodness, I have not laughed so hard in long ages.
As Sunday is my birthday, I am going to be shaking tail feathers – it’s also Caribana or whatever it is now called – and being feted over the next couple of nights. Happy summer, sweet dreams and my but I love this Peter Doig painting.
I decided to see what an intense observation of couples whom I know very well would produce. I trust my own process enough to know that if I allow it to unfold naturally, the results will have a certain integrity – which I think this series does. This portrait, of Janet and Gordon Belray in their garden, references their commitment to one another in the face of serious health issues, and the hope that comes from the garden – a metaphor of restoration and continuation. I feel that the intensity of their connection to one another and their hopes for their children are suspended in this simple examination. – George Hawken.
Had a most lucid astral plane encounter with George last night. We sat at a deuce visiting. For me, I have come to realise that whenever thusly situated on the astral plane, the encounter will be languorously rhapsodic. Our eye contact was intense and direct and we hardly said anything to each other which, incidentally, was always the case when visiting in person.
George and I were lovers, long ago, and as I was then his muse our passion inspired the lithograph, Pink Chair, which has been previously shared on this blog. I love this piece and on my return from living in Montréal, the artist was then working on this series of portraits. I had hoped to have been included in the series but alas it was not to be.
Today, I reported to one of four jobs – well, of course, I work a million jobs… you can hardly expect someone so resourceful and prodigious in the dreamtime to be an idle sort when awake – at the Metro Toronto Convention Centre and pumped fists in the air when seeing that it was one of the annual art shows that roll into the workplace.
It was beautiful and readily inspiring to make my way through the installing exhibition. Here are a few gems that really moved me… I will return as a member of the public towards the end of the run.