“Do you remember everything I’ve told you?” I ask my fiancé for the millionth time. We are in the lobby of a Quality Inn near Pearson International. Four floors up, my parents await to meet their daughter and future son-in-law. This is the first time my Indian and Canadian realms will come face to face.
Emerging from the crowd, I see the accordion player sitting on a folding chair. It is planted in a spot of sun on the downtown sidewalk. Following the movement of passersby, his body swivels in his chair, arms flapping. He offers his music and eye contact to every passing pedestrian.
The Halloween that I was three-and-a-half years old, my cousins stuffed a pair of pantyhose with socks, tied it to my chest, put me in a cowboy hat and boots, and made me learn all the lyrics to Dolly Parton’s “9 to 5.” It was a busty show stopper and we still have it recorded on VHS.
Michelle MacKinnon’s career as an artist and educator has taught her to quickly shift perspectives from the unfamiliar to the familiar. Using pencil and graphite powder on paper, MacKinnon creates…