February 21, 2011
I had a meltdown yesterday. Enough said about that.
I decided that, being a Sunday, the cure was to take my camera and head into the city for some quiet time, prowling the side streets and train tracks in the industrial area around Clark and Venables. I was rewarded with some amazing light, and a surprise around every corner.
I even scored some good luck when this seagull didn't shit on my head.
It was cold, though, and after three hours on the hoof I called my friend Jillian and we met for lunch at a cheap, noisy, fabulous sushi place on Commercial Drive.
The best part was some personal insight into the nature of beauty and its complicated relationship with art.
I'll be back later to talk about it if I ever sort it all out in my brain cell.