After some minutes on the highway I asked my Dad which route he was planning on taking. His answer confused me, and it was then that I realized we weren't going where I thought we were going. Our wires had gotten crossed. Translation: I received the invitation from my Mother, and God love her, she really didn't know where we were going, other than to look at art and then to hit the main event - lunch.
My Dad, the first and most impressionable lifelong learner that I've ever had the joy to know, had his sights set on getting to The AGO to see The Great Upheaval before it left Toronto at the end of the weekend and returned to its home at The Guggenheim in New York. And although I had had my sights set on a totally different collection, I was very moved by these European pieces from 1910-1918 and was so happy that I hadn't missed them.
From the AGO website:
Historically, it is a period that has always fascinated me. And I found putting the artwork into that context an intriguing and enjoyable exercise. It was extremely busy on Friday morning - well-behaved school groups mixed with a very large public gallery of viewers. It wasn't always easy to stand exactly where one would prefer to stand, but I guess that's a good sign, and was to be expected.
The pieces that stood out the most for me? I think I would have to say the works of Vasily Kandinsky. On such a frigid winter day (yes, it's still winter and still frigid in Ontario), I really appreciated the use of such vibrant colours. It certainly enticed me to do some further reading on the artist once I returned home.
And that other gallery with the other exhibition? That would be the Mary Pratt show at the McMichael in Kleinburg, Ontario. Lucky for me, I have until April 27 to make it to that one.