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When someone thinks of abstract art — and by someone, I mean someone probably from this continent, not very well acquainted with it — the first thing to come to mind is probably abstract expressionism, with visions of Jackson Pollack prowling around a canvas dripping slashes of paint at it. There's nothing wrong with that, unless, rather than opening a door of curiosity, it slams it shut dismissively — which I can understand.
Next, if a little more percipient, one may think of the abstract movement that originated in New York in the late forties/early fifties, America's greatest contribution to the world of fine art. (That this new art movement was promulgated by the CIA with Rockefeller's fortune backing it is something not so very well known, and a topic for a future blog post.)
When one thinks of Canadian Art — if anyone other than Canadians think of it at all, that is — one thinks of landscape painting, especially The Group of Seven.. And that's fine because, after all, Canadian landscape painting is second to none in the world. (Though the world has yet to agree with that... But it's getting there.) But Canada ...;
When I moved to Canada over ten years ago I began blogging. I don't really know why I started, I just felt something inside prodding me to have my say. Plus, I guess, it was a great way to distract my writing demons from their incessant torture to get me working on that novel I kept trying to convince myself I must write.
So I started a pseudonymous blog. (Maybe someday I'll reveal it.) Surprisingly quickly I had a following that brought me some notoreity: I soon found myself interviewed by international newspapers. A couple years later I was cited in doctoral dissertations (one of the first pseudonymous bloggers afforded the distinction). And, most gratifying of all, I received emails about how I changed people's lives by opening their eyes. I think one of the reasons for my old blog's popularity was that — in addition to providing unique and compelling content — people were able to follow and share in the deepening of my political awareness.
Then, at the apex of my popularity, I stopped blogging.
Why? I don't really know. Why did Sibelius never complete that much-talked-about eighth symphony? Why ...;