Opening night!









6 degrees of separation, Gord is 'introduced' to a next door neighbor from his childhood -- who is also an acquaintance of the Sprotts. Hayley's great grandparents show up to congratulate her grandpa.

A VIP dinner hosted by 'the artist' with major help/coordination/finesse from Inniskillin.

This was a thank you to Eric Sprott, for his early, pre-Olympic and ongoing support as well as a celebration of the project, and we had fun while we were at it.



Friday afternoon, biting cold, snow and wind chill factor maxed out, and everyone trying to get their job done.



By the time darkness fell, it was all Pascale could do to keep her union paid workers on the site to finish up the lighting.

Saturday, Opening Day, the sun came out. Setting up indoors at The Shaw, Pascale observed that "the paintings are melting". I drove back the the Gallery House; Gord had turned his phone off! Knocking on the bathroom door, where he was submerged in a hot tub, "You've got to come out, the ice is melting." The crew, in various states of relaxation, get dressed like firemen grabbing their gear before going down a pole.




In the end, it was stunning. There's more.