Autumn is one of the most creative times of the year for me. The smell of the air aloneâ€”with a hint of smoke and crisping leavesâ€”after the staleness of summer, would suffice to motivate me. But add the warm colours and the contrasts of changeable skies, and the idea of returning to school, and I become very inspired.
This fall, I immersed myself in contemporary art, a subject I have ironically barely studied. Over the period of eight weeks, I saw no less than thirty-five galleries in Vancouver and on the Sunshine Coast, and read about dozens of contemporary artists, movements, and theories. I absorbed as much as possible about modern art, conceptualism, and photography while still holding down my day job. This new found context has given me a sense of purpose in creating art. I also discovered that my writing and art need not be at odds, for exploring ideas is the essence of contemporary art.