After an unexpected heatwave that rivaled Florida, the weather finally cooled off enough to enjoy fully the outdoors. Without the boiling heat, a Friday trip to the Botanical Garden’s annual Garden of Lights was actually something to look forward to. While I’ve been to the famous Garden many times, I had never been there when the light festival was held. Needless to say, already a fan of the Garden, the event was something I anticipated.
The breeze was cool and the metro bearable as the group made their way from the academic center to the Garden with a noticeable mass of others. Many people streamed from the sidewalks and joined together on the walk to the gardens, and excitement that many felt could be shared by everyone.
There is no question that a city is inexplicably different from the countryside. There is more noise, more people, more activity; the city is entirely non-stop while the countryside’s rolling hills and mountains move as slowly as the cows that graze on them.
It was far from my first time in Montreal ─ living a mere two hours away made the city a popular day-trip spot for my family ─ but it was my first time going up and down the streets where I would be living, learning and memorizing the ins and outs and shortcuts to the metro. Despite the fear that settled with the move from silent no-where to loud somewhere, Montreal’s prospect of exploration and new experiences overcame that quickly.
Let’s be clear. I’m not much of an artist, though sometimes I like to pretend like I could be. I’ve never taken a class on art appreciation, or creating art in general. I’m woefully illiterate when it comes to art movements. I can’t tell an expressionist painting from a romantic painting from an impressionist painting. Continue reading →
Standing in a ray of sunlight inside what felt like a glass solarium, I tilted my head up to the warmth: a long awaited respite from the grey dregs of winter in Montreal. I looked down on the roof that caught the snow just below the window, busy flooding my pale and pimply skin with fuzzy memories of summer. Continue reading →
We had a great visit to the McCord Museum last Tuesday, January 22, in our Canadian Culture through Fine Arts class. The museum offers a unique look into the past of Montreal that I had never been introduced to before. I recommend taking a look if you have the time, but not before you get a basic understanding of the history of Montreal- which I had no knowledge of until I read the first couple chapters of “The History Montreal” assigned for homework in the class. Continue reading →
The Montreal Museum of Fine Arts exhibits an amazing display of art from all facets of Canada. From the traditional Inuit sculpture to the paintings done by the group of seven many different mediums are there to be seen with a menagerie of styles and executions. Though out our tour we saw art covering many different events in Canada’s history such as painting done to express the merging of first native cultures with Canadian colonist and the effect it had in the native culture and environment. Continue reading →
Montreal recently opened the doors to the new Grevin Museum, its first location in North America. The project, located on the top floor of Montreal’s well-known Eaton Center, was headed by the General Manager of the Grevin Museum in Paris, France, and incorporated the knowledge and expertise of local Montreal companies. The success of this […]