I listen to Mary Wiens’ touching vignette about a cop as guardian angel to a mentally ill woman. Police officers are also frontline mental health workers.
Check it out at: http://www.cbc.ca/metromorning/2011/01/wake-up-call-3.html
I bid au revoir to my 35 year old skates. A pretty good clue that replacements were due was when Richmond Oval’s rental skates were better than my own. I enter the figure skating boutique store. No, I don’t need a pair of those $500 skates. I even opt out of leather booted skates for high top sneaker skates. This should save me weeks of sore ankles breaking in new leather skates. I can’t wait to lace up and test them out!
I approach the imposing turreted building that is Central Tech. Many artists have been trained inside these walls. I walk among some stellar student art work. Doris McCarthy, one of my favourite Canadian artists, once taught here.
I am attending my first mosaic course. Mosaics fascinate me: classical flooring in Cos, whimsical colours at Gaudi’s Parque Guell, simple elegance in Pablo Neruda’s Valparaiso home. Most stunning are the micro-mosaics in the Gilbert Collection (currently not displayed to the public but may soon be incorporated into the Victoria & Albert Museum). I spent many a Saturday afternoon wandering through the collection in Somerset House during my year in London.
Today’s lesson: how to smash up dishes and cut up tiles.
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