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For those in Ottawa who may still be looking for a house drawing commission, the season for doing these on location is almost up. Essentially in early October I stop sketching outdoors regularly as the weather becomes so unpredictable that it's hard to be able to commit. Naturally I can work from photographs if need be, but my preference is to be on site. If you have been considering commissioning a house drawing, do get in touch soon.
One of the corner stores I illustrated has replaced it's sinage in the past week or two. The store is Giovanni's, and the old sign was rusted, with crumbling paint, and two vintage 7up logos on either side. In between the logos, there was so much decay, the name of the store had long since washed off. It was, in a word, gorgeous. I knew the signage was going to be changed after speaking with the owner earlier this summer. I understand why he felt this was a necessary thing to do, and I hope it helps his business. However, I feel like removing the crusted old sign was removing a landmark, and I'm glad (in a melancholy sort of way) that I illustrated the place before the change was made.
Today, August 22, 2011, Jack Layton passed away at the age of 61. If you're Canadian, you already know this.
A few hours after noon, I biked up to Parliament Hill, just a few blocks north of my apartment. There were already dozens of flowers, candles and a few signs sitting alongside fencing near the Centennial Flame. I'd estimate a hundred mourners stood around, and the same amount came and went over the next hour. I looked up at the Peace Tower, and the flag at half-mast stopped me. I've never been affected by a flag at half-mast before.
The (former) Snapdragon Gallery has perhaps its final show on display. Hard hats, caution tape, wet paint signs and other miscellaneous construction related materials are arranged in a sculptural manner in the front windows, facing the construction zone on Bank St.
I watched a few people noticing the display, peering inside, and then continuing on with a melancholy chuckle. That was my initial response before I started snapping pictures.
While postering in the Glebe today I noticed a few nice additions to the construction fencing that protects the sidewalk from now torn up Bank Street. Outside the Wild Oat is a planter box with flowers growing and a sign below with the name of the gardener. Nearby at the corner of Fourth Ave there's a floral arrangement weaved into the fencing with a sign for Bloomfields Flowers. A few blocks north, outside the skate shop Slaysh, was perhaps my favourite bit of street engagement — broken tips of skateboards hung as art. (See picture below.)
Last week I had the opportunity to go on CBCs All In A Day with Alan Neal. This was one of the main CBC shows I listened to while growing up, and it was a delight to be asked on to discuss my Confectionaries series. As I waited nervously to go on, Alan told me I had "ages" (turns out 15 minutes is ages in radio time). Although a little apprehensive, I apparently did fine for the interview. You can listen to it on the All In A Day site.