I used to live quite close to the pool. Just a few blocks away.
Spent every day, one summer, swimming at the pool. I was at the peak of having fun and enjoying my life.
I developed a deep friendship with Scott at the pool.
For four years in a row I would visit Scott.
Eventually, Scott broke down. Like we all do.
The idea of free outdoor pools was a revelation to me, when I moved here from Edmonton.
They serve this really great public purpose.
This pool manages to bring together a bunch of demographics. The ‘unscrubbed’ hipsters of Kensington. The gentrified area immediately to the west. The engaged residents of Alexandra Park.
And that’s what my work is all about.
Being respectful of other peoples’ space. Taking risks. Play.
Pools are a common denominator. You can’t hide very much.
Thanks to Darren for sharing his story. Check out his arts and cultural planning organization, Mammalian Diving Reflex.
[Editor’s note: Scott was actually a piece of snot that Darren found stuck to the wall of the change room. It remained there over the course of four years.]