A return and then gone.

AlastairDickson^{In a shop window along Danforth. Sculpture By Alastair Dickson}

One of my first blog posts that I ever wrote featured Toronto artist Alastair Dickson. I saw his work in a store front window along Danforth and new I had to speak with him. That same shop window has been empty for

over a year now and every time I walk past I still think of his work. 

Alastair Dickson

^{In a shop window along Danforth. Sculpture By Alastair Dickson}

A few weeks ago, walking along Danforth, I noticed those beady eyes, crooked grins and bizarre Frankensteined bodies as I approached that same shop window. They had returned? No these were new and just as unusual as the others. Badminton birdie collars, suspender clasps, old wooden doll arms and legs, corks and old bits of leather all carefully assembled into creatures that could live happily in Alice's Wonderland.

Alastair Dickson^{In a shop window along Danforth. Sculpture By Alastair Dickson}

I went by again to have another look but they are already gone from that shop window.

Alastair Dickson^{No longer in a shop window along Danforth. Sculpture By Alastair Dickson}