My mom called me last night, not very pleased that I was "spotted" at the BCE place, and I hadn't told her I was going to be there.
But really, why would I tell her? I had no idea anyone would see me.
A few months back, I, along with 1,000 other Torontonian women in the Arts, had my photo taken by the French photographer Pierre Maraval. I knew it was for a Luminato festival installation, I just assumed it would be a mural, and that my face would be a fleck amongst hundreds.
But oh no, it's no fleck! Apparently it's 2X4 feet. A flag, flapping in the wind above the South doorway.
So, for fear of similar calls, I am announcing it here. World, here I am. At the BCE place, larger than life!