Porch Conversations
Last night we were sitting on our porch. Our friend we were having dinner with, who is a composer, said “Canadians don’t deserve art. I hope next week they go to turn on their radio” and he leans forward to turn the knob, “and there is silence.” That’ll learn ‘em, he gestured with his middle finger. Ouch. It is the second time this week I’ve chatted with a seasoned artist who feels tired, bitter and wanting something...recognition (or to be more specific; money) but really a