Painters working in the 20ies, at the time of Emily Carr, totally unknown to me with my ultra-European cultural upbringing, these guys made my eyes happy for a moment there, running through the last floor in Van's Art Gallery five minutes before the closing time. Twisted Impressionists, unfulfilled Fauvists, their wild streak could go back to Gaugin or forward to Pollock. Why not say original?
And how could i not react to these, almost tourist brochures of the Rockies - or a spider monster -
or this - almost Van Goghan peach tree - but not quite the same?
Oh, and certainly a hello and thank you to Masters. Not to forget Emily and the Haidans - at least alive in her paintings...