I was thinking about why I title these sorts of posts, “Finding_________”, instead of “Meeting _________”. At first, I wondered if it had been influenced by the movie title, Finding Forrester, one of my favourites. But, no, I have come up with another answer while hiking Frank’s Flats today, enjoying the sunshine and the melt.
Today, I found Blake. I’ve seen him before…tucked between trees on the ridge that surrounds the flats, but today I decided to introduce myself. This afternoon, he had his easel set up on the north slope. The sunshine was exceptional and his colours danced, even as I hiked some distance away, edging the pond.
“Hi, there. Do you mind me grabbing a photograph of your work?”
“No problem…sure…go ahead.” (broad smile…warmth in his voice)
I asked him if he would turn the canvas for me…we step back together. The conversation opens up so that I forget to snap the second photograph.
I notice, “It looks as though there is a hole through the pizza that leads somewhere else.”
“That’s cool. I didn’t notice that.”
“Where do you pick up your stretched canvases?”
“45% off at Michaels.”
From there we talk about connections…art…street art versus destructive painting…youth.
“How did you get started painting?”
“I used to be a skateboarder…snowboarder…until I was found to have an inherited liver disease. I had to say good-bye to all of that. I paint now. For the most part, I give my paintings away to friends. I’m forever indebted to my uncle who gave me a big chunk of his liver. That’s why I’m alive today.”
“Come down to paint with us. Get connected with like-minded people.”
I hope Blake fires me off a note by e mail so that I can share some locations/links with him. It was a great thing to find Blake. Once again, I marvel at what people do and the reasons they do the things they do.