I started painting in September of 2003.
We had just moved to Toronto and as far as I was concerned I had put my guitar away
for good. I didn’t think I’d write another song or for that matter ever play guitar
again. And to make matters worse, I didn’t even care. I was done. What I didn’t realize is that I still needed a release artistically.
One day I was walking along Queen Street in Toronto. I walked by the Horseshoe Tavern. I thought of how my life used to be. I kept walking. “Good riddance”, I said to myself. “Those days are long gone.”
About 6 doors down from the Horseshoe is an art supplies shop. I’d never been in there before. In fact, I’m not sure I’d ever seen it before. But, for some reason I walked in and 10 minutes later I had bought everything shy of a beret to make me feel like I was a painter… Paints, brushes, canvas… an easel… you name it… I had it.
Bad bad canvas!
I needed a “subject” to paint.
A picture… something… anything…
Jesus, anything but my imagination…
I couldn’t just paint off the top of my head…
Who the hell did I think I was?
So that’s what I painted.
But I enjoyed the hell out of it.
I painted for the 9 months Jenny was pregnant with Ruby. A week before she was born I took out my guitar and wrote 15 songs.
I haven’t painted since.
But I keep threatening to start again.