This past weekend, I got to visit a place which is about to be turned into something spectacular. I can’t really talk about it in detail now, but I wanted to talk about all the feelings that came with having a a blank canvas right in front of you. Invited as part of a group of interested persons; stakeholders, creatives, investors, techies and innovators, my ever entrepreneurial, community-building friend wanted us to see all the potential that was just a 10 minute drive from our bubble, in a part of town I rarely, if ever, have been down.
I’d heard about it, whispers, glimpses on social media, for the past couple of weeks. But then it was, right in front of me. Asking, begging, waiting to have paint splashed all over it, photoshoots, trampolines, speakers blaring all the beats and creative production. It reminded me of growing up in Toronto, which, like any post-industrial city, has a bunch of old and abandoned buildings. It made me think of all the re-purposing that the fossils of industry have undergone of some of the world’s hippest cities. Not only that, but past sites of conflict, sites of desolation. Isn’t it disruptive? The ultimate rebellion to create beauty out of something previously deemed as inconsolable?
Getting to see a place like this opened up all the feelings I needed to keep moving and getting all the work done. Because once I get rid of this To Do List, I can start playing again, and I know exactly where I am going to do it.
So in celebration of place and spaces that beg to be splashed upon. I give you this white space. I hope it inspires you to fill it with colour, noise, people and ideas. Because that’s exactly what I wanted to do this weekend. Have fun.