Leonard Cohen's music has been there all my life, since I first heard his early folk songs sung by my dad as a kid. And so his presence has continued to make itself felt in my own work. Leonard Cohen died today and so I looked through my files to find a few places he's been with me.
Sitting at The Planet coffee shop on 4th Street SW in Calgary (now the Purple Perk) around 1998, I wrote these musings upon music in general, including a mention of a "gloomy" Leonard Cohen.
Sitting at The Planet coffee shop on 4th Street SW in Calgary (now the Purple Perk) around 1998, I wrote these musings upon music in general, including a mention of a "gloomy" Leonard Cohen.
In 2001 I went through a break-up with a boyfriend that for some reason inspired way more art that I can credit. Anyway, during that time I painted this portrait based on a previous portrait of myself - but this time, the "turning to clay" version, from an image I just couldn't shake. It came from Leonard Cohen's poem "The Cuckold's Song" which I knew from my parents' old copy of his poetry collection "The Spice Box of Earth."
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Then in 2005 I wrote about attending a poetry reading at Calgary's old Hop In Brew Pub (unlike the Planet, it's still there!), attended by a group of friends and punctuated by the music of Leonard Cohen.
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