And so it ends. Summer. I don’t know how the months passed by so quickly. I ask my brother if he can believe it. How did we end up here? The truth is that it has passed us in a flash. The move from BC back to Ontario. The madness that were those weeks leading up to the move and then the slow burn that were the weeks right after. We drove through the mountains listening to Wendy Carlos and Philip Glass. The voice of David Sedaris kept us company through Alberta and then Saskatchewan. We downloaded John Mulaney specials and laughed while wondering what awaited for us on the other side of the country. What will happen to Cimpoe Gallery? The thing that happened is that we took a giant chance for the sake of the company. We didn’t move for ourselves. We moved because success favors the bold. We conquered Vancouver. There was nothing left for us there. British Columbia, for all it’s expansive glory, is still a small town at heart and there was little left for us to do except to venture out and seek our fortune elsewhere. And so we did. We took the leap and drove across the country over the span of five days. I spoke to the birds in the backseat while staring out the window. We traded shifts, driving steadily alongside the mountains that I would never know any more intimately. We passed the mountains and we bid them farewell. This was it. A whole chapter was closed and it would be closed forever. Alberta passed us by. Saskatchewan. Manitoba. And then we finally reached Ontario and I smelled again the familiar scent of the trees and cupped the earth outside a motel in Vermilian Bay. We were back. Adventurers. Outlaws. The birds took to the road so well. Lucy took some adjusting. We carried with us a suitcase each and the Cimpoe Gallery originals which were could not afford to risk shipping across the country. These images became the witnesses to our end game. What becomes of us will remain separate from this sacred journey. Cimpoe Gallery will grow into something greater than the things that used to define it because it will never stop evolving. Even as I write this, my brother Peter is painting. He is painting through back and shoulder pain, breaking his gaze from the paper to look at the television (Prometheus plays again; a favorite in this house). He works on the next collection of pieces. We are wicked in our ambition. I have started sewing. I don’t know what the future holds but I am not worried. I’m here. Right now I am here and my brother is here. This is where we have decided to take the company and sometimes we are restless, and we often very tired because things are so complicated, but we are never afraid. No. There is nothing for us to fear because Valhalla is not a place that should frighten it us. It is a place where warriors dine alongside the Gods and we will dine there too one day. We will know them and they will know us. They will point towards the mountain and say they watched us once, so many years ago, and they wondered if we heard them calling our names.
Cimpoe Gallery out.