A lot of things come to mind when you think of Toronto, tallest building in the world, a giant space dome that opens and closes depending on the weather, a melting pot of cultures, it's a great city but it's also ridiculous to have bars close at 2, especially when the only alternative to going home by cabs is nicknamed the vomit comet, you need a good night under your belt to justify the rough ride home. My internal clock is messed up after an all nighter that started downtown and ended in us watching the sun rise over Niagra falls. I'm still wide awake and the brush with nature made me decided to finish and touch up a piece I've left and forgotten about for a couple of months now.
it's ink on mylar, 24" x 36"
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