This past weekend, I took a group of students to the McMichael Canadian Art Collection gallery. I've been there many times, and while always impressed by the work, had never experienced it as I had this trip.
I had spent the weekend being enveloped by the work of Lawren Harris at multiple venues. The technique, movement, colour, composition, geometry, precision, and light of his work is glorious. I am always drawn to his paintings - the aesthetic and symbolism of his work, the effervescent and illuminated quality has always intrigued and excited me. His seemingly endless body of work has suggested his eternal existence in my world.
There's something real about seeing the gravesite of Lawren Harris.
Such an exquisite and prolific painter - one I have been inspired by my whole artistic life - a mortal.
There was a finite limit on his time of creation. There's something unsettling about that. I'm not interested in dwelling on futile death contemplation, b...