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in a month.

Another one from the AGO.
In their Galleria Italia, I walked the length of a wood and sap sculpture by Italian artist Guiseppe Penone. Apparently this is one room (for a specifically Italian gallery all of the installations look decidedly Canadian…wood, you know) in the AGO that is specifically “photo approved.” In any gallery I tend to assume every room is photo approved until I get told otherwise, which I did, shortly before leaving. This was a coincidence.

My wife and I visited the AGO (about half a block away from our place) on X-Mas Eve. I made a snarky little note on one of the public feedback/artback kiosks. My wife rolled her eyes and we went on, until we saw…

Snark vindication!

I have to admit that I really like the new building, although I am disappointed that an architecture-pleb like me called this one while sitting at a kiddie table drawing smiley faces. I feel that fashion aside, a buildings first priority should be to keep the elements out, and in the name of A-R-T especially.

Regret: Not having photos of the completely shut down main staircase in the Daniel Libeskind designed Denver Art Funnel (which I don’t have to admit that I like, as opposed to the AGO).

Right now our little corner of Chinatown smells like burnt diarrhea. Or maybe tar mixed with the hay/poop smell from the giraffe house at the zoo. While this has no real impact on my well being, it is somewhat disturbing and makes dog walks even more poop-centric. It is sort of an olfactory disaster that nobody else walking around seems to be thinking about. It makes me wonder whether I am miss-smelling, overreacting, or just confused.

In Denver suburbs cold means a very chilly lack of smell, both welcome and somehow a little bit painful. It also means I will be driving. In Toronto, there are only three things that will keep me off my bike—snow, rain and the grayest gray days (I hate riding at dusk, and that is how it feels here far too often). Today, though, I found myself trying to keep moving, which is impossible with the traffic/lights downtown here…everytime I have to stop my glasses fog up, and I cry freezing tears.

Aurora, Ontario 2008

Davin needed a driver for a gardening magazine photoshoot and knowing that I had well over a decade of proper driving experience, he knew it was in his best interest to give me a call. We trucked up to Aurora, some fifty or so kilometers north of Toronto. His assignment was to photograph a woman called Elfie Blue and her unique compost.

Toronto, Ontario 2008

From the Bata Shoe Museum, Toronto, Ontario

Toronto, Ontario 2008

Toronto, Ontario 2007

Toronto, Ontario 2007