We took our kids to Disneyland in April 2017. Their first trip. The excitement was palpable for the month leading up to the trip.
This trip was also going to feature a Toronto Blue Jays road game for me and our then-six-year-old son. He loved baseball. It was his passion then and remains his passion to this day.
This would be his second-ever MLB game. As excited as he was for Disneyland (very!), he might have been just as excited to go to a Toronto Blue Jays game.
Continue readingLike ants swarming a cake at a picnic, the tiles were everywhere.
These 4-inch by 4-inch tiles covered our kitchen. Normally, the prospect of renovating our kitchen would excite me, but these tiles showed up years before our current kitchen renovation was even a twinkle in my eye.
No, these tiles were very much a thorn. They were for a large project my artist wife was fortunate to be working on with dozens of other artists alongside residents of communities across Canada.
Continue readingLet me make one thing more clear than a blue sky on a cloudless day: When it comes to her art business, my artist wife does the heavy lifting.
We agreed early on, shortly after she left university, that if she was going to take a run at being a successful artist, it would have to be her making the run, not me.
Nearly 15 years later, I still cling to that agreement.
Continue readingOn a sunny and calm day in late 2015, my artist wife told me she was applying to a new-to-us art show. It was called Night of Artists.
I couldn’t have been any more enthusiastic and supportive as I continued to scroll through the news feed on my iPhone while I sat docile on our living room couch.
“Great,” I said. “One single night makes it easy for us.”
Art shows usually run across an entire weekend. So, to learn it was only one night meant I wouldn’t be left as a single parent with our kids like I would for the other art shows on her annual business calendar.
Continue readingThe six most feared words in my world are: “I’m going to the paint store.”
If my artist wife and I have been together for two decades, the paint store has been a fixture in our relationship for just as long. And it stubbornly sat there between us for 15 years.
Every so often, she would take her one-hour round trip and come home with a car full of supplies. When she got home, I would ask the question I didn’t really want to know the answer to: “How much did you spend?”
Inevitably, my response to the dollar amount was, shall we put it mildly, incredulous.
Continue readingThe day you move into a new home is exciting. Unending opportunities abound. The blank canvas is empty, waiting for you to fill it with furniture, decor, and memories.
In our case, we had some minor renovations to complete on that sunny, prairie-sky day in 2009.
First on the list: Creating an art studio space for my wife. Thanks to support from my father, we moved a 10-foot section of wall in our basement to accommodate a space that takes up roughly a quarter of the entire footprint of our lower level.
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