Toronto Star Article “Artist in Residence: Vivian Reiss”
New article on me in the Toronto Star: http://www.thestar.com/article/932594–artist-in-residence-vivian-reiss
New article on me in the Toronto Star: http://www.thestar.com/article/932594–artist-in-residence-vivian-reiss
Step into the vibrant world of Vivian Reiss—an artist, designer, urban farmer, and culinary creator. In this exclusive video interview by her son Joel Garten, filmed in her extraordinary Toronto garden, she shares insights into her gardening inspirations and the unique recipes she’s crafted using over 100 edible plants. From towering 16-foot broom corn to…
The annual Vari’s garden party is always held in late August in honor of George’s birthday. I painted their portrait a few years ago in my studio in Toronto. When I paint a portrait, I usually ask the subject to bring an item that has significance for them. In this case they brought each other. This portrait, is a…
no one here but us chickens On the road to Crowe’s Landing ,Stoney Lake ,there is a farm wth an arresting sign: a life size soft sculpture of an old man holding a board that reads,”EGGS”. If you are lucky he isn’t holding the sign that says ‘Eggs sold out”. eggs I stopped as usual…
Joel in concert Joel’s recital was a huge success. As each concert is improv and an aural experience not to be repeated each member of the audience was swept away into the creativity of the emotionally moving music . We were all aware we were on a musical journey,a unique listening experience. Videographer Dan Goodbaum, thanked Joel “for putting me in…
Christopher Plummer commands the stage, so it is not a stretch, as Prospero commands a tempest. When Prospero said goodbye to Ariel it made me cry. I played Ariel as a child and my daughter is an Ariel, just what I was saying to Christopher Plummer when this photo was snapped.
It was announced that for the first time in years the Macy’s Fourth of July fireworks were to displayed in the Hudson River. The last time I had seen them over the Hudson, was in the year of my sixth grade graduation. I had to go. We arrived in New York to one of those glorious Summer dog days of…