I think the End of Eloquence provides a glimpse back into the dream world, unfettered by the limitations of waking logic, an escape from workaday pedantic thinking.
We’re missing a lot by not seeing this show in person because the work involves the material, and craft of painting. It’s the kind of work you want to get up close to.
We interpret these pieces like the half-remembered images and narratives of dreams whose meaning seems familiar but become more elusive and ambiguous the more we try to pin them down.
The location within the city and the interaction with the local environment make the experience of this art installation very different from just seeing the source images.
I am documenting them as I create my paintings before they are torn down or facaded without their souls intact. Perhaps I will become in time historical artist of Toronto’s past.