My love for van
Gogh started in the 5th grade when my teacher took us all on a field trip
to an Impressionism Exhibiton at the Museum of Fine Arts, in Montréal.
I remember being completely amazed that people could paint that well. Though
I don't remember there being any van Gogh's in that particular exhibition,
I loved the Monet's and the Gauguin's.
I bet he doesn't know this, but Dad was the first one to tell me about Vincent van Gogh... and look what he did. He filled me full of stories about van Gogh cutting off his ear and of him being a mad man. Not so long after that, cool movie producers came to my elementary school looking for people to star in private film called "Vincent and Me". I was too young, and I really didn't care a lot, but Mum's friend's son was casted in a bit part... that was kinda neat and it fed the fire. So I guess that's how this all began. I started to collect van Gogh posters and when all my friends put up posters of bands and movie stars, I put up my van Gogh's. I even have three that came from the van Gogh Museum in, Amsterdam (thank you Eileen and Ro). |
In the summer of '97 I moved, for 8 months, to Fernie, BC, a ski resort town just north of Montana. It's beautiful there and, if nothing else, it was a learning experience for me. I met a few great people there like Jennie and Grant. Both of whom I owe a lot to. Today, I am a Journalism student at Durham College in Oshawa, Ontario where I live with my "other family" - Vernon, Kim, Tam, Val, Kev and "Uncle" Paul. |
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