When Eileen sent one of those “remarkable photos” emails, I thought, “I didn’t know Einstein played the piano with his pants off”.
I still don’t know that. The man in the middle is Paul Gauguin. I knew the famous Einstein funny face photo and jumped to a conclusion. So important to read the captions.
I am glad that my sister Joni was able to provide me with artist information for yesterday’s sculpture photos, especially because I see work by Anghik Ruben that I like better than the parking lot piece.
There is much about the Dufferin Street bronze that rings false to me, not just in location, but in concept. Those thoughts lead nowhere useful, so I prefer to know about pieces I can appreciate more.
BTW, the “Ruben” part of the artist’s name comes from his maternal side and is used in some references and not others.
Following a Toronto Star tip, Brian took Peter and me to delicious bowls of pho and plates of crunchy spring rolls at Pho Ahn Vu restaurant. The three of us have been doing these exploratory lunches for a while, now. We try to be cosmopolitan in our choices.
Brian’s pick today was a good one … much better than Peter’s expression suggests.
Brian wanted to try my camera and the diner shot was on there when I looked at today’s Dufferin Plaza shots. Here are others I took before Brian and Peter arrived.
I have searched unsuccessfully for the sculptor’s name. There was no plaque on the bronze. The incongruous placement of the piece seems so wrong and yet so right, I liked it.
Coming up Dufferin Street from the south, you first see a Greek restaurant sign. Pho Ahn Vu is on the same side, just west of Kristos. And, as you see above, there’s a Red Lobster around the other side, too.
Before it disappeared for decades behind featureless aluminum siding, this boxy building housed Knob Hill Farms, a kind of low-price market like the NoFrills in the upper part of the building at present. Before that it was a discount department store … part of the long defunct Towers chain.
Discount is in this building’s bones. That’s why the next occupant will be … you guessed it … Dollarama.
I am overwhelmed by nostalgia. Let’s take a moment to recall another dead retailer from the same era. I give you the Workin’ at the Woolco Manager Trainee Blues.
I felt the charm of the little hanging baskets before I noticed a detail revealing some social friction in the neighbourhood. Aren’t those hooks a little odd?
When we lived in Riverdale, Danica paid a neighbourly compliment to the flowers our neighbour was planting the the back yard. “You want some?” the neighbour asked.
Danica said, “No, thank you. You paid good money for those flowers. Enjoy them all in your own garden”.
“”I didn’t pay for these,” said the neighbour.
“Where do you get such lovely plants for free?” asked Danica.
“The park,” said the neighbour … adding, in response to Danica’s shocked expression … “public park”.
Imagine the joy and prestige of having that top suite on the brick tower, before the neighbouring tower was built. What must have been an amazing sky view has been boxed over and blocked up, to regain some privacy.
I have sympathized, at condo development meetings, with neighbouring houses who lose their backyard seclusion to balcony overlooks, but until I saw this example, I never thought about the problem reaching up so high. Lawsuits, do you suppose?
Years ago, Jolanta asked me what our neighbours had put on their fence, to perserve its natural look. I never found out, but yesterday, I noticed a man refinishing that fence, so I asked.
Saman Clear coat is the right stuff, available through an excellent paint store that’s fairly close to Jolanta’s work … Nabor’s Paint on Queen East in The Beach. Nabor’s enjoys Favoured Supplier status on this blog.
Bonus One: Nabor’s Paint sponsors Gerrard Art Space, where Samanta repaints the white walls every month.
Bonus Two: The painter I spoke with about the fence finish was so helpful and so clearly a knowledgable and diligent professional, I asked for his card.