I didn’t grow up in the ’60s, let alone grow up listening to any one of Brian Wilson and The Beach Boys’ many masterpieces. I was a kid from the ’90s. A completely normal young boy who had many crushes, a few good friends, and a pretty average, albeit enjoyable, childhood. I love thinking about those days, but I seldom do. Got caught up in life, because that’s life. You get sidetracked and lost in it all, which is fine. Normal.
One night, sitting out with a dear friend, who so happens to be a very accomplished music producer, we had cracked open a bottle of wine (many bottles) and discussed what makes great art great. I told him that in painting, there was something to be said about tension, to which he replied that the same was true in music. A song is all about tension and release, but the really great musicians, the special ones, could do tension and release across entire albums. We talked about the Beatles, and then about the Beach Boys. The perfect compositions made by masterful composers, and it left me thinking about the nature of good craftsmanship.
The next day I was still thinking. I put on my headphones — I had decided I’d give The Beach Boys a whirl — and was reminded of my childhood. One that didn’t take place in the ’60s, but one that happened, nevertheless. It was lovely.
Dimensions36 × 48 in · 91.4 × 121.9 cm
AuthenticationSigned & dated on the back of the panel · COA letter
MaterialOil on panel
FramingUnframed
Year2026
StatusAvailable · inquire
LocationStudio, Toronto
