Downtown is the crux of the city. It pumps red wonder through the veins of the unknowing, and blue excitement through the veins of the familiar. It’s always overflowing with amigos and strangers, brothers and bastards, soul mates and sluts; the whole works. I call it a maze for people who want to see the sights and discover the culture. Whenever I go downtown, which is often because my university is there, I love seeing things I’ve never noticed before. At dusk, it’s an especially exciting scene walking towards Yonge and Dundas and seeing a bunch of people crossing at the all way intersection. I love that intersection by the way. Greatest thing to happen in a while.
My friend and I attended Nuit Blanche, which is an all-night art experience all over Downtown. From bridges to buildings to malls to alleyways, art invaded Downtown like an unwanted guest, except this was a very wanted guest. It was fascinating and mesmerizing, overwhelming and breathtaking all at the same time. The thought that these creators put into the art pieces was just…inspiring. The artistry was spectacular. The Waterfall, The Time-Piece, The Art Gallery of Ontario, and the OCAD building are all examples of it. Each one carried a sense of individuality about them of course, but they also shared imagination, and its grave importance. Mad respect.
The whole night, in the back of my crammed brain, I was wishing that I could inspire someone through my art, my words, and my voice. Be creative. I try my best to be.