zoe loukia

slow sunday morning iii

Here I am again, sipping coffee in my room on a lovely blizzard morning. I'm in my bed right now, which has all white sheets that have been victimized several times by this habit of mine, and they're only 2 months old. Maybe I'll have coffee coloured sheets by the time this school year is done.

No life altering thoughts to report this morning, just the beauty of the impending winter. My window, in it's square-framed glory, has a striking resemblance to that of a Tom Thompson painting. For you non-Canadians, Tom Thompson was a major influence of the Group of Seven, a Canadian landscape artist collective that was most active in the 1920s.

In high school, I would often visit the city art gallery every week or two whether there was a new exhibit on or not, simply because it was free to go for anyone under 25. A lot of times, my day didn't feel over yet at just 3pm, but I didn't care enough to wrangle friends to hang out, so I spent my own time in there. I saw a lot of different styles and approaches to art this way through whatever exhibitions they had: some shocking, some revolting, some plain beautiful.

Some things were permanent there, though, one being the collection of Group of Seven paintings that spanned through probably a quarter of the second floor. These paintings are so ingrained in my memory from all the times I had just passed through that I could replicate the exact order in which they are displayed if I thought hard enough. In high school, I often passed these rooms by to find the more "exciting", experimental art, but as I've grown and moved around, ridden the train back and forth and seen my country's natural beauty in every season, I've gained a much stronger appreciation for their work.

Note: This is not to say I don't like more experimental art anymore. If anything, I love it more now that I understand and appreciate the value of traditional approaches. I can see the method behind the madness more, so to speak.

Some personal favourites that I track down whenever I'm home are these paintings:

After scouring the internet, I unfortunately can't find my second all time favourite. What's even worse is I have no idea which group member painted it. I can give you direct instructions on how to find it though, should you ever find yourself in the Art Gallery of Ontario.

Walking through the gallery in my head isn't nearly as fun as the real thing, and now my coffee is lukewarm. Such is life.

#internet journal #slow sunday mornings