Reason Over Passion

When I was little, this quilt hung in the National Art Gallery.

I loved it.  It was in the hallway just by the entrance.  All the concrete in the world couldn’t distract from its colours and shapes.

I don’t know why I loved it.  I was too young to understand any of the implications.

Canadian Art did an article on Joyce Wieland this month.  I finally have a picture of the quilt.  I still love it, even though I don’t live my life that way.

Edit: my sister would like to confirm, for all the world that I – without doubt – do not live my life that way… just in case you had any reason to doubt me.

One response to “Reason Over Passion

  1. The sister doesn’t live her life that way any more than you do. She just has a different bubble!


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