Invitation
1968, I was 7 years old. My first official duty as a ring boy for my cousins Italian Wedding.
2025, THE DANCE painting #1, 48 x 36 inches acrylic on wood panel.
2025, THE DANCE painting #2, 44 x 34 inches acrylic on canvas.
2025, THE DANCE painting #3, 44 x 34 inches acrylic on canvas.
2025, THE DANCE painting #4, 44 x 34 inches acrylic on canvas.
2025, THE DANCE painting #5, 30 x 40 inches, acrylic on panels
2025, THE DANCE painting #6, 36 x 24 inches, acrylic on wood panel.
2025, THE DANCE drawing #1
2025, THE DANCE drawing #2
2025, THE DANCE drawing #3
2025, THE DANCE drawing #4
2025, THE DANCE drawing #5
2025, THE DANCE drawing #6
2025, THE DANCE drawing #7
2025, THE DANCE drawing #8
2025, THE DANCE drawing #9
2025, THE DANCE drawing #10
THE DANCE, solo show of paintings and drawings of Vince Mancuso at the Columbus Centre, Toronto, October 19th, 2025. Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Art installation of the North wall. the Columbus Centre, Toronto, October 19th, 2025. Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Art installation of the South wall. the Columbus Centre, Toronto, October 19th, 2025. Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Kadey Schultz
Musical Artist Dominic Mancuso performing to open the festivities. Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Kadey Schultz
From Left to right, Youngest son Max Mancuso, Artist Vince Mancuso and Artist Jennifer Herbert. Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Kadey Schultz
Even Pinocchio made it to the show. Thanks for the capture Luigi Ferrara!
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
Photos by Obi Ogbonna
U cori mi scatta comu ‘na vecchia canzuna… by Filomena Pisano
These paintings by Vince Mancuso take me back to the nights at the Piper Club on Dufferin or Misty’s at the Hilton, when dancing past midnight was the only crime we knew. We were just girls then…lip gloss shining… hearts wide open and the men, some with slick hair and way too much cologne, who asked you to dance and held your hand like it meant something. “How Deep Is Your Love” would start playing and we’d look at each other with that grin,
because we knew it was our moment. It was clean honest beautiful fun.
Your paintings remembers all of that without trying to and that’s what makes it political because it dares to remember a time when joy wasn’t ironic, when we didn’t have to roll our eyes at feeling too much, when it was okay to love a song, dress up, and mean it.
Now everything needs a shield…but your work says no, it says: joy was real and it still can be. The star anchors the whole piece, not just as symbol but as compass, as promise. It holds the weight of the era… hopeful, golden, a quiet resistance against forgetting …The couples dance, still holding on to something golden, something that mattered. How things have changed, but love…love still wants to dance.