During this past weekend thousands of people congregated at the McMichael Gallery in Kleinberg, Ontario, perhaps the greatest collection of Canadian art. I use "congregated" intentionally and I might have described the gallery as a shrine or even a cathedral or artistic expression.
Not surprisingly folk wanted a last opportunity to experience the McMichael before it closes for three years to facilitate a major redevelopment and expansion. When I read about this it was as though I was being told that a cherished church was being closed, albeit temporarily. At our age three years can bring significant life-changing events, as we constantly see with our contemporaries. I suppose what I am feeling is grief, in a way.
We visit the McMichael at least once a year, sometimes twice or thrice, depending on the exhibitions. I first visited the gallery in the 1960s, shortly after the McMichaels gave their expansive log home and impressive collection of art, mostly Group of Seven and Tom Thomson paintings, to the Ontario government to be used in perpetuity as a museum. I've written about having my photo taken as a boy with AY Jackson, one of those painters who was living there at the time who would sit in a sunny nook.
The collection has expanded over the decades and many of the exhibits now bring in well curated works by Aboriginal artists and contemporary creators from other cultures as well as offering retrospectives of women who were largely ignored in previous eras. An exhibition at the McMichael introduced us to the work of Christi Belcourt, a contemporary Metis artist.
Over time the McMichael has been expanded and refurbished but this is unprecedented. Closing for three years seems a huge price to pay for those who value time there so deeply. I know that this decision wasn't taken lightly and I pray that the project doesn't extend beyond the timeline.
Sarah Milroy, the executive director and chief curator speaks of the 'sacred trust" the gallery represents and this an apt description. I so often have experienced a sense of the holy in art galleries and museums. Creativity in its many forms, including music, is, for me, a reflection of the Creator.