walter trier 3

This was day before yesterday, last Monday. In the meanwhile the NRC editorial desk has left the building, we had a great week together. Now the AGO is closed until its grand opening in November, but visiting journalists from overseas know how to go about these things. And I told them not to email me, but to call, because I wasn't going to be at my computer, so when Ms. de B. and Mr. S. went for their private viewing in the AGO, I was at Loblaws getting them food, damn. I came home, saw their email, thought about forgetting about it, because I was a full hour late, abandoned that thought, ran out of the house, waved down a taxi, and was in the AGO moments later. Almost. (The taxi was driven by a different cabby than the one showed on the picture, that's illegal isn't it?) I had a long pleasant chat with the concierge at the AGO, waiting for the assistant curator to come and fetch me. He remembered queen Juliana visiting the AGO. But then finally, all the way at the other end of the museum, some white gloves were waiting for me, and I got to rummage through boxes full of original Walter Trier drawings. Wow. Wow. Wow. I didn't know a single one, they were all new to me. Real gouache, real ink, real pencil, as if done yesterday. If the paper hadn't been so yellow. I have rarely seen drawings showing so much visible pleasure. And so up close. I should hang out with journalists more.