I was looking for posts I'd done on this day, September 4, and
found this post about the amazing story of one of my favourite
paintings. Today we're having company, so I wanted to write
my blog earlier in the day.
This is one of the happiest stories in my painting life. And there
are so many. If you want to scroll through my more than 3,000
posts you will have to agree. I love my life as an artist. And
your ideas, comments, and support mean so much to me.
art world. It is absolutely magic. I was looking for
photos of my studio. I love it when artists post
pictures of their studio, but mine is never in that
ideal, photographable state. I have what used to be
the living room and dining room of my tiny house.
Anyway I found a picture of a painting on the easel
which I'm showing you. It is in the more orderly
part of the studio, so I can let you see it. And
looking at that photo brought back so many memories.
Brouwers, who I met at the Florence Biennale,
sent me photos of a nature reserve near her home,
called the Worp, and helped me be in an exhibition
to raise awareness of the Worp. This painting was
put together from the photo reference, and my knowledge
of similar spaces near me in Toronto.
Then the work flew in a tube, off its stretcher, to
Miranda, and she and her husband stretched it,
and transported it to the exhibition. When it
came back to Toronto, my friends at DeSerres
re-stretched it, and I sold it in a show with my
friend Gill Cameron.
both showed at the Florence Biennale, it would
never have happened. The painting wouldn't have
happened, it wouldn't have travelled across the
ocean, and back, and it wouldn't have sold to
a wonderful collector in Toronto."
Have an enjoying the magic of the art world day.