That’s what an ancient friend of mine used to call herself. Kath was an art student at the University of Lethbridge in Alberta. A very nice person.
Yesterday I got to explore some of this world at the Art Gallery of Ontario in Toronto. I showed up for the “Mystical Landscapes” exhibition. There must have been 100 paintings created by masters such as Claude Monet, Vincent van Gogh, Emily Carr, Lawren Harris, Georgia O’Keeffe and Bruce Kerr. (Wait a minute … that last guy doesn’t fit. Must be an interloper.)
I consider myself a spiritual fellow. No doubt I would be moved to tears by all of the works. But not so. Only about five paintings hit me. The rest were too brownish, dark or complex for my eye and soul. Naturally, that’s just me. Joe sitting beside me probably saw transcendence where I saw none.
I’ve collected quotations over the past three decades, but usually didn’t write down the name of the author. Same thing here. I can’t remember who painted some of the creations that touched me. Oh well. Not important.
Exhibit number one was vivid red hills in front of a misty sun, with circles of light emanating from the centre. So simple. So red (my favourite colour). And the power of those circles! I thought of passion and the possibilities of contributing to my fellow man and woman.
Next was a crew of black coniferous trees against a bright yellow sky. Such a contrast. I thought of one of my two favourite words – animation – and how the yellow brought everything alive. I would like to be that yellow.
Then there was a pastoral background, replete with woods, fields and a meandering river. The foreground, however, showed a long building with a sandbagged entrance and two soldiers wearing gas masks emerging. A sickly yellow cloud hung above it all. Death colouring life.
I do remember one artist’s name – Lawren Harris. His triangular mountain, plastered with a huge angular glacier, reached to the sky. Such a symbol of the world beyond the physical. I was lifted up.
Finally a night streetscape, with twin lines of lights receding into the void. There was the suggestion of trees to the right and a looming office building to the left. A bit scary, but not really. Nature and civilization hanging out together.
After supper, I went back to the AGO to hear Ross King talk about Claude Monet. He was so funny, not at all like my stereotype of art historians. Ross told us about Monet the person. He wanted people to be happy when they looked at his water lily paintings. His vision was to have six-foot-high images wrap around the walls of an oval room. And after his death, it happened. Waydago, Claude.
Next lifetime, I’ve decided to be a master