Little Things

I'm listening to Joss Whedon's advice on how to be prolific, and "filling the tanks" by becoming a member of the Art Gallery of Ontario and making what I hope will be regular visits.

While I've visited the gallery several times before, the 13-month membership will afford me more leisurely visits so that I can study the exhibits and really take in everything the gallery has to offer.

I went on Friday to glimpse what was on offer. I was enchanted by Kim Adams's Artist's Colony (Gardens), a diorama of miniatures put together in a whimsical mixture of fantasy and reality. It reminded me a lot of Katamari Damacy, actually.

I spent a good fifteen minutes inspecting Artist's Colony (Gardens) and reading the disjointed narratives of each of the tiny figurines, no bigger that the top knuckle of my pinkie finger. In one market area, a clown stood by a statue, and was being flashed by a woman lifting her shirt. In a waterside dock, the police were arresting criminals while paramedics lifted a man away in a gurney. A big band played from a tiered concourse of shipping containers. All this and a lot more was contained within a space of about three by six feet.

It got me thinking a lot about the universe, how every person was a part of a greater art project. I couldn't necessarily tell the whole story from what I glimpsed, but it made me think and wonder what part the figures nearby might have played in that narrative.

A lot of other works in the gallery did the same thing, I realized. Tiny details tell volumes about what's happening in the world.

I ended the visit with a trip to the gift shop and bought a 1000-piece puzzle featuring Van Gogh's Irises. I spent the weekend meticulously putting it together, and I'm still working on it. Something about studying every inch of of such a beautiful painting makes you focus on the details that make up the bigger picture. All of this is a long way of saying I've been thinking about writing and the importance of every word.

Can't wait to visit the AGO again and see what else my brain conjures up in the quiet!

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