“One cannot understand my painting without knowing Portlligat,” proclaimed Salvador Dalí.
Getting dressed up for dinner at a restaurant has never been our Valentine’s Day date. Harried wait staff, set menus and inflated prices were the usual reasons. One of the best Valentine’s Days Magellan and I celebrated was the year we invited two other couples over for a romantic dinner.
Upright. Straight. The walls of our long, narrow, country tunnel north to south whitened by Pacific waves and the Snowy Andes— the wall we share with you, our neighbour. Your chest curves, colours bursting from your graffitied walls, toes, hot from dancing, tango in seas Magellan sailed, your smile endless. Will paint run between you […]
“I was wondering if you two would be interested in going on some sort of small getaway—maybe two nights on a gulf island, or Salt Spring? Just something small where we could go to a café/do a little hike/play Scrabble/I could have a West Coast experience before heading East,” read Clare’s email late last August. […]