"These two horsies, minus my face, hang above the stairs at my mom’s house. It is part of a collection that has moved with us from house to house. The collection is a motley assortment of my mom’s ex-husband’s original paintings. I know what you’re thinking: “don’t you mean your dad?” And no I don’t mean my dad, I mean my mum’s first husband. Before my dad, before me, before the digital age of cyber-terrorism and online dating, and before any reality known to me- there was Kim and Tim in their magical world of the sixties. Like many people in my generation that were cursedly spat out in the 80s, I feel an intense nostalgia for the roaring sixties and for some bizarre reason their marriage represents a cathartic fantastical perfectionism to me. When I look at these paintings and pictures of them in the sixties I feel, to borrow a term from the sixties, at peace.
By the way, my mom would like a change in our décor. After relentless refusal to allow this to happen, we arrived on a compromise. Soon we are going to be driving to Aurora, where Tim’s gallery is, in order to buy some of his new paintings."
- As told to The MOMMA by Lily Ames, Toronto
