Along with some snow, I few other things came my way at this weekend.
Firstly, there was a fundraiser at St. Luke’s. Seems every Tuesday morning, they run a soup kitchen of sorts. Friday night they had an Irish folk music group perform a concert as a fundraiser for that cause. One of the players also attends the youth group that Kimmy helps organize, so it was sort of a double whammy for us. The group is known as Rinn and they can be found here. They don’t seem to mention on their website, but as they explained at the show, Rinn is a Celtic word for “foot”, and they chose that name as one of the flautists (or flutist, if you really must) raisers her foot every time there’s a changeover in music. Not being a musician, I have no idea why they need something like that, but I’ll take their word for it. Anyways, it was a fun night, with good music. Good enough that we bought their CD. Kimmy has a soft spot for Celtic style music, and I must admit I don’t mind it much either.
And then on Saturday, a former boss of mine had an art opening in one of the many little galleries in the Exchange district. This one was the Mayberry. You can find Peter’s work online here. It was interesting to see his work. I’ve known Peter was an accomplished fine artist since I started working at Pollard Banknote almost seven-and-a-half years ago, but I’d never really had the chance to see his work. Now that he’s “retired” and pursing a career full time in fine art rather than commercial art, I thought it would be a good time to see his art. Was very interesting. Since most of the work on display were fall scenes, there were a lot of gray, monotone pieces with shocks of bright colours in them. And once you got a little closer to the pieces (some of the canvases were quite large), you could see the little dots of colours he was using. Very similar to a halftone dot used in commercial printing or a very controlled, simplified offshoot of Georges Seurat. Or as my photographer wife puts it, “Tiny little elves!” And speaking of Kimmy, as per usual, her favourite piece was, of course, the most expensive one! Not that I can really afford the prices he was asking (not that they weren’t worth it). Oh well, we have plenty enough art on our walls at home anyways. Any more, and we’ll have to start charging admission to people.
Who knows, maybe someday I’ll be in an exhibit someday…