1037 McGill Scene, Springtime, 8x10, oil on board

IT's officially springtime. The snow will be gone in a couple of weeks. Students will be relieved that they have made it through the year. Matches will have been made and friendships forged. The summer festival season will soon begin and it'll be the best summer ever.

1035 McGill Ghetto, Laundry Day, 8x10 Oil on Board

Is it laundry day or grocery shopping in this scene?
Well, spring is right around the corner.  Soon I'll be painting spring flowers. Happy Easter!

1034 Montreal Scene, McGill Ghetto, 8x10, oil on board

I gave this painting a tune-up. That's "Green's Grocery" on the corner down there. I't's been there ever since I can remember. 

1020 Montreal Scene, The Rialto, 8x10, oil on board

The Rialto has been around for I don't know how long. I watched Saturday Night Fever At this gorgeous theatre when I was a teenager. (Loved that Movie.....Love John Travolta).There used to be a gym downstairs from the theatre. I wandered into it once out of curiosity. It was the late sixties or early seventies. The gym was just like something out of Rocky. It had a boxing ring and there were men practising boxing and punching those leather punching bags everywhere. The place smelled so strong of sweat and testosterone...  I couldn't breathe. A big hairy man told me to scram. I ran out and never ventured back.  It would sure have made some great subject matter for paintings. 

1016 McGill Student Ghetto, Aylmer Street, 8x10, oil on board

This is a scene from the McGill Student Ghetto. It's Alymer Street, I believe. I used to have a friend who lived in that redbrick building. The apartment was really tiny, it had an icebox that was automatically defrosted every Wednesday. The rent was cheap then. We used to go to free concerts at the Pollack Hall. Sometimes we could hear a music student playing the Sax from an apartment across the lane. Those were magical days. 

1013 McGill Ghetto, Best Friends, 8x10, oil on board

I saw this adorable pair and thought I've gotta paint that narrative. I couldn't decide whether they were moving in, or back from the holidays, or just heading to the library with a lot of those heavy textbooks in that roller bag. I finally decided they were best friends moving in.