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Toronto Day 5: Art Things
Since I first entred this room Saturday afternoon and gazed up at the hideously-painted cloth stretchers covering them, I've been imagining what it would be like to listen to raindrops drumming on the skylights. I no longer need to rely on my imagination.
Our timing was flawless: upon getting in, we immediately brought our things up to the room, brought down the sambuca, and unpacked the buns from Caldense Bakery.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu barely had time to wet the ice in our glasses when the heavens opened and the rain pouring on the fibreglass roof of the back porch nearly drowned out our conversation.
I do hopegasterea was as lucky. Last we saw her, she was pushing her pram down Dundas after strolling back with us from the wonder that was Porchetta & Co. If pigs are really really good, then their shoulders get taken there to be smoked, wrapped with their bellies, and roasted to perfection. The soup was a wonder as well--who knew cream and lentils could marry so well?
Leaving the b&b this morning, I confessed to the GWO that I was still fighting off my no-more-tolerable-for-being-completely-predictable Mid-Vacation Crisis. This one came with an extra dose of guilt for focusing overmuch on what I wanted to do--see people and eat--at the expense of what he wanted to do--look at art and relax.
Ho boy, did we make up for that today! The Art Gallery of Ontario is phenomenal, a beautiful building filled with beautiful things. We got a crash course in Canadian art with galleries devoted to modernist Patterson Ewen, master etcher David Blackwood, and a retrospective of Inuit drawing, painting, and sculpture. Then it was on to the Galleria Italia, one of the most singularly spectacular features I've seen in any museum anywhere.
At this point, we began to get peckish, so we decided to cross the street to the Art Gallery Cafe, which I described as being "a far better value than a cafe in this location has any need to be". Without hot drinks, it would've been too cool in the shade, but as it was it was perfect for sitting on the terrace, splitting a crepe, and watching the passing scene.
After that, we made a tour of three galleries sharing the same side of the street: Bau-Xi, Lausberg, and Bau-Xi Photo. Unfortunately half of the first was given over to an exhibition of a fairly terrible Catalan artist (em sap greu dir-ho, Xavi!) named Lluís Barba who "reworks iconic artworks to comment on contemporary society". Because every knows what the Old Masters need to make them more relevant is Lady Gaga.
But there were some gems upstairs; I particularly liked the worked-over photographs of Steven Nederveen, which appealingly blur the lines between various media.monshu was more taken with a non-Boreal Collective photographer at Bau-Xi Photo and his retouched seascapes. All in all, and hour or so well spent, but it left me well spent and begging to be taken home for a nap.
As a result, our lunch ended up being the crepe and some cheese and crackers in the kitchen before setting out again to rendezvous withgasterea in the permanent Canadian galleries. I didn't mind; it meant more room for pork later on. So it was the great kind of day where everyone got what they wanted, and we got back without a drop on us.
Tomorrow: MOCCA, the galleries of Queen Street West, and Soma.
Our timing was flawless: upon getting in, we immediately brought our things up to the room, brought down the sambuca, and unpacked the buns from Caldense Bakery.
monshu barely had time to wet the ice in our glasses when the heavens opened and the rain pouring on the fibreglass roof of the back porch nearly drowned out our conversation.I do hope
gasterea was as lucky. Last we saw her, she was pushing her pram down Dundas after strolling back with us from the wonder that was Porchetta & Co. If pigs are really really good, then their shoulders get taken there to be smoked, wrapped with their bellies, and roasted to perfection. The soup was a wonder as well--who knew cream and lentils could marry so well?Leaving the b&b this morning, I confessed to the GWO that I was still fighting off my no-more-tolerable-for-being-completely-predictable Mid-Vacation Crisis. This one came with an extra dose of guilt for focusing overmuch on what I wanted to do--see people and eat--at the expense of what he wanted to do--look at art and relax.
Ho boy, did we make up for that today! The Art Gallery of Ontario is phenomenal, a beautiful building filled with beautiful things. We got a crash course in Canadian art with galleries devoted to modernist Patterson Ewen, master etcher David Blackwood, and a retrospective of Inuit drawing, painting, and sculpture. Then it was on to the Galleria Italia, one of the most singularly spectacular features I've seen in any museum anywhere.
At this point, we began to get peckish, so we decided to cross the street to the Art Gallery Cafe, which I described as being "a far better value than a cafe in this location has any need to be". Without hot drinks, it would've been too cool in the shade, but as it was it was perfect for sitting on the terrace, splitting a crepe, and watching the passing scene.
After that, we made a tour of three galleries sharing the same side of the street: Bau-Xi, Lausberg, and Bau-Xi Photo. Unfortunately half of the first was given over to an exhibition of a fairly terrible Catalan artist (em sap greu dir-ho, Xavi!) named Lluís Barba who "reworks iconic artworks to comment on contemporary society". Because every knows what the Old Masters need to make them more relevant is Lady Gaga.
But there were some gems upstairs; I particularly liked the worked-over photographs of Steven Nederveen, which appealingly blur the lines between various media.
monshu was more taken with a non-Boreal Collective photographer at Bau-Xi Photo and his retouched seascapes. All in all, and hour or so well spent, but it left me well spent and begging to be taken home for a nap.As a result, our lunch ended up being the crepe and some cheese and crackers in the kitchen before setting out again to rendezvous with
gasterea in the permanent Canadian galleries. I didn't mind; it meant more room for pork later on. So it was the great kind of day where everyone got what they wanted, and we got back without a drop on us.Tomorrow: MOCCA, the galleries of Queen Street West, and Soma.
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Thanks for posting the files. We've downloaded them and there are a couple we wouldn't mind higher res images of for printing purposes.