| belongs to any artist responsible for such perfect moments. Our eyes met. He was riveted. His sketching pad hadn't even made its way out of his briefcase. 'You have been working,' he said. ('Finally,' I thought, 'finally, and it's about time') 'Yes,' I nodded nonchalantly, as if to suggest that I had been for months and only now had he noticed. 'Yes,' I said again, to be sure he wouldn't forget this moment. |
| And then he pointed to the musical staves: one treble and one bass. One treble and one bass. Not two trebles. Not treble and treble but one treble clef and one bass clef. I was certain there had been two treble clefs and had devoted my attention more to the surprising harmonies I thought Bartok had chosen than to these simple road-signs. I looked at my teacher with confusion and wonder. |
| 'Here comes the black spot,' I thought, and braced myself. Instead, however, he pulled out his sketchpad, carefully removing the piece of paper to which he had taken his pencil one week earlier. There, in meticulously sculpted detail, a cartoon of a frowning Johann Sebastian with my mentor's initials, KR, at the bottom. The same KR that has graced the pages of the Toronto Star; that has found its way onto brilliant caricatures of the famous and infamous opera singers and conductors who have taken the stages of our countries leading houses; the same KR that guided art lovers through his own Artoons: The Hystery of Art. He nodded: 'Next week, Bartok will smile.' I nodded back, thinking 'Next week I won't be back.' |
| Not that his drawing wasn't wonderful. Be it through his sketches, films or compositions, Kevin Reeves has a gift for capturing the lighter side of life. And every life needs a character like Kevin. We inhabit a world of deadening competition and make-believe careers where power and money, all too often, dictate social standing. But among those who so often pretend to be something they are not, exist the true and honest souls like Kevin Reeves. |
| In his words and in all that Kevin creates, there is a sense of appreciation for what we have around us. He is the sort of person who spots the magic in everyday life and reminds us to laugh with it. He calls us away from our all-too-tragic lives, to that serene place between the pages of his work and into his fantastical world. |
 | | DANIEL TAYLOR |
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