Four grown kids, six delightful grandchildren, constant, long-time partner. A retired academic, I'm adapting to life in a Vancouver condo after decades in a waterfront home on a very small (Canadian) West Coast island. Keen to discover what new priorities emerge, what interests persist, in this urban life after 60!
Right There, in Black and White, The Writing, er Painting, is on the Wall . . .
More images from the Vancouver Mural Festival today, these ones taken last week while the artists were still working to complete their walls for the thousands of visitors that would view them on Saturday and Sunday. Here, we watched @tylerkeetonrobbins work on this magnificent black-and-white, sumptuous, intricate, dazzling mural titled Trees Burn While Flowers Bloom. Go here for a video of festival-goers viewing the completed mural (which is on the side of the Nuba restaurant on 3rd Avenue -- yummy Lebanese food).
I've visited the wall a few times since and I expect to visit often in future. I'm mesmerized by the textures and the play of large geometric shapes with smaller ones.
To me, the brush strokes make the work surprisingly sensuous for something that's painted on a cinder-block wall.
Part of the fun of the festival is being able to watch these artists (all of whom submit applications in a very competitive process, and then, if chosen, are assigned walls whose owners have offered them up for to be painted -- this is not your everyday street art nor is it graffiti).
I mean, talk about plein air painting!
I love discovering small vignettes within the work, that curving, stepped path to that elliptical doorway, for example, with the pennant/flag flying above. . .
I know. Not many words again today. It's been a very busy week, and I do have lots to tell you later. But later it will have to be. My trainer awaits for our 8 a.m. session, then I'm meeting a visiting-from-out-of-town friend for lunch and some art-viewing later, and we're taking two little girls to a show this evening. (If you suspect I may nap all day tomorrow in recovery, you might just be right! This retirement gig can be exhausting ;-)