This is how I've been spending these grey, cold, snowy days by the fire...homemade pumpkin spice latte and a great book. I love biographies, especially of artists whom I admire. A number of years ago I saw a Lawren Harris exhibit at the Winnipeg Art Gallery and it took my breath away. Prior to that, I was always a Tom Thompson fan even though he never really officially made it as a member of the original Group of Seven (tragically and mysteriously dying - murdered? - before the group officially formed).
There have been a few instances in my life where paintings have affected me so much that I was brought to tears, and the exhibit of his large iceberg pieces by Harris was one of them. It was as though I physically felt the presence of God in the room and I wept for joy. I sat and absorbed the work for a long, long time and returned to view the exhibit on several occasions. Each time the work moved me in the same way.
So, though I've read many stories about the Group of Seven, and in particular, Lawren Harris, this book seems to delve even deeper into his life from his family history to his death. I'm in heaven.