When my children were small I left every teacher's
conference upset because the complaints about
my lovely sons never varied -- "all they care about is
being funny!" I have to add that the teachers were wonderful
-- most are still friends to this day -- long after both of my
children have grown up. But then the boys were disruptive,
giggly, funny, trouble, funny and funny. And I knew I was to
blame.
I would walk across the street to my house wanting
to cry, but of course the people inside that house
had one major goal -- and that was to laugh and to
be funny.
It has always been a problem in the wide world.
This overwhelming urge to have fun. So imagine my
delight in finding the curator Daniel Anaka, who although
deeply serious has a wickedly funny side.
The first ad for a show I am in in September here in
Toronto, is a joke meant to bug me.
The second ad is the real one, but I do appreciate the
cat. Why he didn't use one of my cat paintings -- I
don't know.
and two small landscapes. And it will be fun!
Have an enjoying yourself day!
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