I was born in Vancouver, a city where wherever the land meets the sea, it is public land (just about and except for the port). One year, I lived in land-locked Ottawa; city of miles of canal. On a day off, my father phoned my office; my mother had had a massive stroke. Sandy, who knew me and with whom I worked, felt for sure, that on a day off I’d either be along the canal or by the river. He found me on his bike in ten minutes. Whenever I travel abroad, when I come back to Vancouver, I can smell the sea when I can smell the air of the outdoors, and I know I am home.
I always had a boat. My father was the marine editor in the major newspaper in town. So discovering the work of Todd Bonita, bathed my eyes in soothing images and brought my father’s soul back into mine. His paintings evoke slow, happy times gone by. There are no people in his paintings, but there is a rich and INCREDIBLE use of colour. Link; thanks to Lines and Colours.
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