On the weekend a man and his family came into Mara’s office breathless and speaking quickly in French. His daughter had heard about the installation and tried to find where it was, so she could study it for a thesis. By the time they found us, they’d already been to several forts in the area. They were so full of joy and excitement after having seen the exhibit-in-progress and they’re coming back for the opening.
The paintings seem to be travelling light speed towards some new dimension. Every day after work in Mara’s office, sometimes at 6, sometimes at 6:30, I am cast out into the piazza in the crisp, cold darkness. Lately, a moon.
The crew in the chiesa move around all day, so if not exactly ‘warm’, their bodies have adjusted. I stand at the edge of the work and shiver as the cold seeps through my ski pants. Anyway, the paintings. Gord is somehow doubling up on them. Just when the crew falls in love with a painting, Gord instructs JC to have at it with a saw, or the painting itself surprises everyone and cracks. Of course Gord is looking for the uneven surfaces.
What is emerging is a strange visual language from what surrounds us: the jagged mountains, the marble of Carrera, the intricacy of the ice in the river (above) and its translucence, the molecular patterns of snow, and color and light. I have just never seen anything like it before. Below is one which no longer exists, it has been morphed into another painting.
A lot of tension today, who knows why? I have been coughing the past 3 nights. Sylvia is grumpy; we abandoned her restaurant for Tui Tui last night and had a wonderful dinner. She could be offended and is using as an excuse, the complaint which was never made about the dog! We are all feeling sorry for the dog, when he howls, it seems like he is really in pain. Sylvia says that he is ‘in love’ but I’ve always thought that dogs in heat (object of his affection) are usually in that condition in the spring and summer.
At Tui Tui, as is the custom at restaurants in this region, the woman is “la cuocoa” and the man is out front charming the the guests. Tui Tui's owner operator Gilberto, is 70 years old, and can somehow delight his guests speaking in a language they barely understand. Our dinner brought out all the oohs and ahhs; we were casting about for ways to say how much we appreciated how delicious and generous it was.
The paintings seem to be travelling light speed towards some new dimension. Every day after work in Mara’s office, sometimes at 6, sometimes at 6:30, I am cast out into the piazza in the crisp, cold darkness. Lately, a moon.
The crew in the chiesa move around all day, so if not exactly ‘warm’, their bodies have adjusted. I stand at the edge of the work and shiver as the cold seeps through my ski pants. Anyway, the paintings. Gord is somehow doubling up on them. Just when the crew falls in love with a painting, Gord instructs JC to have at it with a saw, or the painting itself surprises everyone and cracks. Of course Gord is looking for the uneven surfaces.
What is emerging is a strange visual language from what surrounds us: the jagged mountains, the marble of Carrera, the intricacy of the ice in the river (above) and its translucence, the molecular patterns of snow, and color and light. I have just never seen anything like it before. Below is one which no longer exists, it has been morphed into another painting.
A lot of tension today, who knows why? I have been coughing the past 3 nights. Sylvia is grumpy; we abandoned her restaurant for Tui Tui last night and had a wonderful dinner. She could be offended and is using as an excuse, the complaint which was never made about the dog! We are all feeling sorry for the dog, when he howls, it seems like he is really in pain. Sylvia says that he is ‘in love’ but I’ve always thought that dogs in heat (object of his affection) are usually in that condition in the spring and summer.
At Tui Tui, as is the custom at restaurants in this region, the woman is “la cuocoa” and the man is out front charming the the guests. Tui Tui's owner operator Gilberto, is 70 years old, and can somehow delight his guests speaking in a language they barely understand. Our dinner brought out all the oohs and ahhs; we were casting about for ways to say how much we appreciated how delicious and generous it was.
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