A little late in the season, but here's a poem by Betty-Ann Lampman, age nine.
Hmmmm. Maybe don't quit your day job just yet, kid.
The other side of the sheet of paper, with a false start and my grandmother's distinctive handwriting on the bottom half. Distinctive to me, at least. An artifact from a lost world.
I participated in the AGGV Moss St. Paint-In for the first time this July 20th. I used to sell at The Moss St. Market (among others) back in the day so I knew the drill, but I'd forgotten how exhausting it is. Plus the Paint-In is much more populated, of course. Soooo many human encounters that they all begin to blur together.
Pictured with me is the enigmatic art patron Yasmin Vickery with her purchase of a papier maché map bowl. Those bowls were definitely what brought even the most hardened Paint-In veterans over to my table, with almost everyone asking me, "what do you do with these?".
Well. Just ask Yasmin.
One of the last paintings I produced before an evil onslaught of day-job work stress took over my heart and soul, I'm happy to say that "Wak 1" will be part of the group show "Why The Fuck Do You Paint?" at The Gladstone Hotel in Toronto this coming October. Thank you to Lukus for cheerfully answering all of my annoying questions!