This past Saturday night in Toronto was the occasion for the annual display of installations (hopefully wild), called Nuit Blanche (White Night,12 hours non stop til 7 a.m.). We start with a dolled-up sales center to suggest how far this commotion penetrates into the general public. The club aura speaks to the very young prevalent demographic. Art here has to have shock features. (That’s not so bad.)
It’s the Aquarium; but the swatch from the City Place condo complex over to this playground (including the Roger’s Skydome and the Air Canada hockey and basketball Center) was aglow from the party scene.
Right across from the shark tanks, we had a touch of strange aquatic bliss, recalling to us the old Manhattan club,Visage, with its tank of synchronized swimmers.
Dreamy and daffy!
Speaking of which (daffy, that is), in a pocket of City Place as yet allowed to run wild, there was this little band with dancers twirling fabric forms reminiscent of preparing pizza dough in a pizza parlor window. As we approached the fencing keeping us away from the magic, the dancers stopped, the band stopped, and the whole crew plodded slowly southward toward the lake, like sea turtles returning to waters after laying their eggs.
This more hands-on display had to do with the factor of nature conducive to ongoing interactions.
Are we there yet?!
No fooling around in this sanguine (but at the same time eerie) lighthouse, set up and operated by a team from Seattle. Nuit Blanche was graced by artists from all over the world!
Black attire and a colorful moment.
A Legoland opting for day-glo toilet paper? A fantasy garden.
More fantasy garden!!
The information staff were most approachable.
Gotta be GREEN!
Except if it’s grey, with textures to lift you beyond the buzz.
A maze (titled Amaze). What could be nore homey for denizens of Toronto!
Waiting…waiting. Performance-art, Toronto style!
Another shop lightening up!
Action Central on Spadina Avenue, covering many sites on the go!
Inspiration comes in many forms!
To close, we have an inventive rain of inspiration at old Fort York. The Redcoats and the Yankees. A lighting saga of the attack 200 years ago. The risk, the violence and the desolation (with a great facsimile of 1812 cannon fire). And the dark mystery of what is seen to be worth killing and dying for.