The rarest thing in life and in art -- humour

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.

Come on out if you're in town, I will have a huge painting,
and two small landscapes.  And it will be fun!

Have an enjoying yourself day!