Birch, White Pine root, and Spruce resin, all born of Mother Earth, are shaped by the skill of Indigenous hands. Moving through fluid pathways with grace and resilience as honoured ancestors of the Kenu. Cedar strip, canvas covered, aluminum, fibreglass, and Kevlar, pay homage to those who plied these waters for millenniums. Respect was given to all who shared this land. This message must never be ignored, as we honour our origins.
Back to the Artwork pageBirch, White Pine root, and Spruce resin, all born of Mother Earth, are shaped by the skill of Indigenous hands. Moving through fluid pathways with grace and resilience as honoured ancestors of the Kenu. Cedar strip, canvas covered, aluminum, fibreglass, and Kevlar, pay homage to those who plied these waters for millenniums. Respect was given to all who shared this land. This message must never be ignored, as we honour our origins.
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This collector piece is one out of a growing edition that I started creating in 2016. You will notice that the edition number and the artist’s signature is engraved on the back of the kayak, so as more pieces are created in the Kayak Series in the future, the lower edition numbers will translate to an increase in value with the passage of time.
Give thanks to those who direct you towards the light. Their strength and wisdom shape you in ways unknown to you now, but will come clear as you face the leeward wind.
This collector piece is one out of a growing edition that I started creating in 2016. You will notice that the edition number and the artist’s signature is engraved on the back of the canoe, so as more pieces are created in the Canoe Series in the future, the lower edition numbers will translate to an increase in value with the passage of time.
Crafted from the forest, its gunnels and keel gleam with an artist’s touch. Flashes of light across a mist soaked lake supply proof of its presence, as it glides and sways in a rhythmic dance. Markings on a polished underbelly honour the rocky Algonquin and Temagami isles where sanctuary was sought for moments of reflection and sustenance, or protection from leeward winds. As stars appear and night draws near, I wait in anticipation for the coming dawn when once again I can share quiet moments alone with my cedar strip.
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