Getting ready for our move to a much smaller home in Toronto, our family is purging a whole mess of excess baggage we’ve been carting around for too long. Some of its easy to unload (really, did I need those forgettable grad caps and tassels?) but other treasures are hard to part with. For instance, there’s been a stash of memorabilia my faithful mother had kept all these years and passed on to me – report cards, school projects and art work dating back all the way to kindergarten.
What to do with all this stuff so carefully kept for me? We just don’t have the space for kindergarten archives (I’m becoming ruthlessly unsentimental about our stuff). Well, thank you, digital camera and the idea of a mini-archive right here and now.
So graze your way through the hors d’oevres table, enjoy a glass of wine and welcome to the first exhibition of my early work. It’s being described as “ironically playful, primitive yet with clean simplicity in composition, a fusion of impressionism ethos and cubist sensibilities, an exhibition that visually and conceptually engages the didactic discourse at the heart of play.”
Or maybe stash of stuff a thoughtful and proud mom keeps around for her kid to have a sense of himself.