Potential of Beauty|
In late September of 2020 I was in Montreal teaching music at the Trafalgar School for Girls. The regular music teacher was on
maternity leave and I was filling in for the substitute who would start in October. I was lucky enough to find an apartment to stay in for free, belonging to a friend of my good
buddy Dayv Luciak who plays junk bass in my successful percussion band, Junkyard Symphony. And while the aparment was amazing, I soon discovered the parking situation was not. I
decided to leave my car parked at the school for the duration of my stay in Montreal and instead, bike to work. It wasn't far, about a half an hour. It was on these bike rides
that I discoverd the beautiful buildings of Montreal. The colours these buildings were painted were nothing I had ever seen on a building, and they facinated me. I decided I
needed to take some photographs of these buildings for reference to my art work. Anyone who knows my art knows that bright colours are staple of all my art pieces.
'Maison des Feullies' wasn't the first photo I took on that trip, but it was the first photo I posted that someone offered to
purchase. Both Heather Sesame and Nancy Peters wanted the photo. I wasn't a photographer, and in point of fact, I wasn't even taking the pictures with a professional camera. I was
using the small iphone 5 in my coat pocket. But after editing the photos to bring out the colours, the photographs took on a whole new life and people began to notice. I made
a joke about becoming a photographer for real, but then something inside me clicked. Why not? What makes a good photographer? Is it someone who has a professional camera, or
is it someone who takes great photos?
I have enjoyed working in the live entertainment industry for my entire adult life, but the pandemic made it blatently clear that
work in this field would not always be consistent. In my early twenties I had suplimented my income by selling art, and while I have continued to do so over the years, making
a painting takes time. I felt I needed at least one more source of income. If two people wanted to buy my photos, maybe more would be interested. So I began to advertise on
facebook. Sure enough, others wanted to buy my photos. And thus, I became a photographer.
When I first encountered 'Maison des Feuilles', the house was not as bright and colourful as appears in the photo. But I saw
the potential of colours in all the leaves and I just had to stop and take a picture. There are lots of houses covered with leaves in Montreal, so there was nothing particularily
special about this particular house, except there was something indeed something special about it because it caught my attention, and I stoppped.
I have since come to realize that it wasn't the leaves so much as the composition of the door at the center of a canvas of leaves that
really struck me. It was as though this door was leading me to a completely different world. A young woman walked by me at the time and wondered why I was staring so intently at the
house. She didn't appear to appreciate it's beauty as much as I did, as she just continued walking. Perhaps she was in a hurry. Perhaps she didn't care. Perhaps she had walked by
that house a thousand times before. Whatever the case, it didn't mattered if she cared about the beauty of the house or not. I cared, and as a result, I took a picture. Now a new
beautiful journey in my life has started, but best of all, many beatiful people have joined that journey with me.