I guess in the end it took about 3 hours to make. It was painted on a door I found in my apartment's garbage area - someone wanted to get rid of it, I saw a nice canvas. I had a sketch done of a girl winking that I was going to use for a small 16x20 painting later that day, but this was a way cooler time to use it.
When I paint, I paint fast. There's really no time to waste, because once you're done, you spend an hour admiring your work, and then it's on to the next one. I guess even more so for this painting I didn't want to get attached. From the start, I knew I was going to get rid of it; no way I was going to keep this big ass door in my cramped room.
It was a good day for art. I met with 3 of my friends, one of whom had their birthday that day, and we took it easy in Granville Island, doing art, listening to music, and revisiting some old youtube videos that were funny years ago, and actually still kinda hold up. I was lucky enough my friend Andrew had his camera to snap some pictures and shoot some videos of the door before I sent it off into the wild.
And into the wild it went. This is the second time I left a piece hiding under the bridge. The first one lasted about 6 days before it went missing (either abducted, or more likely thrown away by the city).
This one would end up lasting only 1 day.
But there's a satisfaction that comes with leaving it in the spot I did. Hundreds of people walk by it on the way to Granville Island. Plenty of art students do. Plenty of tourists do. Lots of people do. I can see people take pictures of it as I walk away, or atleast stop for a second to ponder what the fuck it was they were looking it.
Sometimes galleries won't accept your work and so you have to put on your own art show. It's hard to part with the work, but that's life. That's art.
Sometimes you give and you give and you give, and then it doesn't give back.
You can just hope that all things come around some day. Or that someone notices.
photo and video credit to Andrew Bagoly