Our last morning in Stratford
Date #978 — Sunday, February 5th, 2017
A: We woke up full of energy after an awesome sleep at The Parlour Inn. Truthfully, I didn’t want to leave. There was still a lot on our list that we wanted to look at (like the tea sommelier (who gives her recipe to Junction 56 to make their gin — so good!!) and the Forest Motel as a potential wedding venue for us).
We had brunch at Pavilion — a crepe cafe beside Revel. I’d only ever had drastically mediocre crepes before now and, I must say, I am now a lover of them. The crepes at Pavilion were amazing! “Why does everything in Stratford taste so good?” I kept asking B.
We hopped next door to Revel for a french press before leaving. We just wanted to hang out all day! But we were off to somewhere equally as awesome: Gallery Stratford.
We were greeted by the gallery’s curator and administrator, who were so welcoming and knowledgeable about the gallery, the town, and the purposeless bridge directly outside the building (the myth is that a train used to go underneath but it’s a pretty small bridge… so that theory is challenged!).
The exhibit at the gallery was moving and poetic — three pieces of Canadian-born Sri Lankan artist Frances Ferdinand about her experiences living with duel identity, immigration, and war. We left the town turned city with a full heart. We’re already planning our trip back!!
B: Our super-Saturday in Stratford left me pretty exhausted from all the events and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for more. What truly surprised me and left me feeling the most energized from the trip was our visit to Gallery Stratford.
We decided to start our day by heading over to Stratford’s Slow Food Market held every Sunday. I love farmers’ markets and was really delighted we had the chance to stop by. After getting some pickled vegetables and eggs, we headed for crêpes at Pavilion. They were sooooo good! I was really, really pleased.
We then went for one final french press at Revel and it was definitely our best. We then decided to drive around and take some photos along the river before heading to the gallery.
At the gallery I was so moved by Frances Ferdinands work. She is a Sri Lankan born Canadian artist who’s exhibit, “Between Latitudes” examines her own heritage using traditional fine art and craft from Sri Lanka. It, “explores issues of identity, colonialism, consumption, religion, war and commerce, in order to gain a deeper understanding of her roots.”
I was so touched by the beautiful contrast between the fine art and images of violence in some pieces, and the intense mixture of so many personal items from Ferdinands’ history.
While we were there the gallery was hosting their Family Art Sunday’s. As I watched families creating pieces together I wanted to join right in. I very briefly scribbled this on a piece of paper:
I felt most at home there, in the gallery. It was if the space was awakening something inside me, something I am still exploring.
With those feelings still washing over me I made one final act before leaving. I put a loonie in the #StatfordArtMachine to purchase a pin by a local artist. I recieved a pin from the artist who calls themselves “Hannah” and became a member (first, last?) of “Team Rocket”.
I proudly wear the pin on my lapel as a way to remember the feelings I felt there.
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