Wednesday, June 24, 2015
A pleasant evening last night at Rideau Hall. I do jury work for the Hnatyshyn Foundation from time to time, so I was invited to the gathering. It turned out to be a “musicale”. Starting with a reception in the Tent Room, we moved on the Ball Room, heard a few remarks from the governor general and Gerda Hnatyshyn then enjoyed four solo pieces played from past Hnatyshyn Award recipients. The highlight of the evening was a performance by noted Canadian jazz pianist Oliver Jones, a pal of Gerda Hnatyshyn, who did a beautiful variations on Gershwin, beginning with the famous first phrase of the Rhapsody in Blue. I spoke with Oliver Jones later in the Rose Garden and told him how much I enjoyed his piece. He told me he was performing the Rhapsody somewhere in the United States soon and had Gershwin on his mind. Canapés and BC wine (a very good Pinot Noir) in the Rose Garden and some interesting conversation wrapped up the night.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
On Trains and Going was the name of my first Railway Lands show in 1999 at the Owens Art Gallery in Sackville, New Brunswick. Though the title at first suggests the state of being on board a train and traveling, I meant the phrase metaphorically to suggest how the train as a temporal marker, embodies the action of going. As a boy of eleven or twelve in West End Halifax I would often pass hot afternoons and the long evenings of summer under the Mumford Road railway bridge smoking cigarettes scrounged from the Eaton’s parking lot waiting in the cool oil soaked shade for trains to go by. I use to wonder where the people in the sleek black and grey coaches were going. I tried to look in the windows for faces, but never saw any, just polished glass reflecting back the scrubby pine horizon and sky. The train was a profoundly mysterious object. All I knew about it was its destination, Montreal. That train is going to Montreal, I though to my self. I could see the zebra striped locomotives in my mind charging ahead as they cleared Bayers Road Bridge in the hazy distance and turned out of sight at Rockingham on their way around Bedford Basin. What lay beyond the Basin, I had no idea and my imagination failed me, just endless, epic miles to Montreal. Some day I knew that I would take that train and all would become clear, but I knew instinctively once I went and was going, that I would be an adult and could never go under Mumford Road Bridge again and wait for trains.
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Dan Sharpe very kindly forwarded an image of my work The Winnipeg Airport in 2006 installed in the diplomatic reception center at the Ottawa Airport, 2015, collection, Department of Foreign Affairs and International Trade Canada.
Monday, February 9, 2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
Thursday, August 14, 2014
I’m very pleased rising American legal academic Mechele Dickerson of the University of Texas, Austin has used one of my Shattered House works for the cover of her book Homeownership and America’s Financial Underclass, just published by the Cambridge University Press.