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@tania.howells 🍓🍓🍓 visual magpie- previously known as : children’s book illustrator, Toronto.
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If these walls could talk, they’d say, “We just had an experience of a lifetime.

Over the course of 7 days, our entire gallery transformed from blank walls into a landscape of silky, inky Lamp Black swashes drawn with a single paintbrush. 

Then, 40 enthusiastic neighbourhood participants foraged colours from around the block. Goldenrod, Black Walnuts, Acorns, mowed grass, sidewalk chalk, rusted bits, bark, and Virginia Creeper Berries galore.

Tables overflowed with rainbow piles, contrasted by our black-and-white outlines of Toronto’s parks, gardens, and waterways.

Hands busily squished, mashed, soaked, grated, mortared and pestled everything into colourful liquids. Reds, Yellows, Greens, Blues, Browns, and Blacks oozed into little bottles, creating a room full of "wows".

Strangers became co-creators. Colours became numbers.

The first brushstroke on a Yellow Iris petal quickly grew into a massive gallery mural, painted in only 2 days. 

And the mural kept changing, growing, and attracting live insects. 215 painters continued adding layers, shading, textures, new colour mixes and tiny details from Sweat Bees to intricate Walnut leaf veins.

Hundreds of people visited, sometimes multiple times to watch the progress.

There was something especially magical about knowing the paint itself was alive. Every colour came from something that had fallen or lived around us. The mural wasn’t just depicting nature. Nature was literally part of it.

What started as a blank gallery became a living celebration of Toronto’s wild landscape, made of the neighbourhood's colours, by the people who live here.

And then, just as nature does, it changed.

The mural is gone now. We're sad to see it disappear but perhaps that is part of what made it so special. Nature is always evolving, nothing stays exactly the same. Seasons shift, leaves fall, and eventually We the walls become blank again.

What remains is the memory of the energy that filled the gallery. We’ll always remember the working hands, the mouse’s mushroom village, and the sparkles in everyone's eyes.

The mural may be gone but the energy lives on, preserved within our walls. 

Thank you to each and every one of you.”
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