Outside

My brain is a little burnt today. Got out downtown to the sculpture park in front of the Canadian Centre for Architecture. Sculptures out there by Melvin Charney. Very 1980s, riffing off of different sorts of architecture, but putting it at a remove. They have a greek temple, or a grain elevator, but they put it way on top of a pedestal, or an arm that has it hanging in the air. So, it's not really respecting the style itself, but quoting it, perhaps not taking it on its own terms, but assuming a degree of superiority over it. "We've seen that, done that," it seems like it's saying.

I drew a picture of a truck which was parked ... in the park, repairing one of the sculptures, whose pedestal stands in front. Beyond that wall is a wide view of Little Burgundy, and Saint Henri, the district Gabrielle Roy wrote about.



Many of the red berry bushes in the park had been eaten, or had this strange disease, which made holes in the leaves I found interesting: