I won't lie, I'm still riding the wave of excitement over my news, and when I'm in my happy place, I paint. This is my most recent piece, I call it Inner City and I'm very pleased with it.
It's part of my City Life series. Funny, isn't it? How a guy who doesn't particularly want to live in a big city loves to paint them. Well, maybe, maybe not. I have lived in a big city, Montreal. There are things I liked about it, the convenience, the hustle and bustle. But there were other things I didn't love so much. That being said, I very much enjoy visiting large cities and I enjoy painting them, each one seems to have a very distinct feel to it, a vibe all it's own.
I call this one Inner City because that's how it feels to me. It feels like that part of town, you know the one, the buildings may be in various states of disrepair, most of the businesses have moved out, except for maybe a couple of corner stores, puddles collect in the holes in the street. It's like everyone left, except for all the people living there. And here's the thing, despite the disrepair and all that, there's always something going on, a community watch meeting, a bake sale for the school choir. It's the kind of place where the kids are okay out playing in front of the house because you know old Mrs. Whoever is watching, where you can knock on any one of the 20 doors around you and know without a doubt that if you're in need, they've got you, and you them. None of you have much, but what you have, you're willing to share. You feel safe because you know everyone and they know you. There's a sense of community and a sense of hope. Like the figure in the painting, you may have to navigate a giant puddle of mud, but you know you'll make it through.