Jackie asked me at ATC night on Friday how things had gone for David in Montreal. I had to tell her that I didn’t know because he was in the studio and I hadn’t been home yet. But we were finally able to spend some time together tonight looking at all his photos. The one the right shows the two pieces David has at Elena Lee. The one on the left is of him blowing glass into a metal mold at Sheridan—although now that I think about it, the gallery pieces were made from molten glass poured into a mold he constructed out of graphite.
David loved Montreal and wants to go back for a longer visit. He particularly liked the opportunity to use his French. Even though we’re a bilingual country, we live in an English-speaking area and people who spent took half their subjects in French—like David and Emma—rarely get the chance to use it. While David and his friends were in Montreal, they had a tour of the glass school in Montreal, Espace Verre, which is in an old fire station, and contains its own gallery of ongoing student work.
I had to spend today recovering from three days of almost non-stop yakking with Bruce and Diane and Pam. I say “almost non-stop” because we took a nap every afternoon. Mary and I had a discussion the other day about how sleep-deprived we both are, but let me tell you, I certainly caught up in Orillia!
On Thursday morning, Bruce and Diane took me to Casino Rama for breakfast. I’ve always enjoyed casinos. For someone who thinks too much like me, it’s the perfect opportunity to relax. As soon as I was down $10 on the slots—yes, I have discipline when it comes to gambling—I wandered around watching people lose their cash. Why would anyone get out of bed on a bitterly cold morning to play poker before most people have left for work? Beats me. I even saw someone with a walker and oxygen tank at the roulette table with a crazed expression on his face.
It was wonderful to be able to spend time with Bruce and Diane. Back in the 70s, I stayed with Bruce for two months in Vancouver, and we soon slipped into our serious discussion/joking around relationship that remains intact today despite the passage of time and changing circumstances. Both he and Diane are professionally trained cooks, so needless to say the food was sensational. Unfortunately, now it’s back to reality...
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