Saltwater breezes and rocky shorelines beckon me to this place of solitude and inspiration. The rise and fall of sea swells confirm the rhythmic heartbeat of Mother Earth, and my creativity is nourished by its life blood. Windswept strands obscure my vision and mimic the gentle undulations of pine boughs that shelter from above. Lift up your eyes, and resist being self-absorbed, for the greatest rewards may be offered to you in one fleeting moment.
Back to the Artwork pageSaltwater breezes and rocky shorelines beckon me to this place of solitude and inspiration. The rise and fall of sea swells confirm the rhythmic heartbeat of Mother Earth, and my creativity is nourished by its life blood. Windswept strands obscure my vision and mimic the gentle undulations of pine boughs that shelter from above. Lift up your eyes, and resist being self-absorbed, for the greatest rewards may be offered to you in one fleeting moment.
More than one hundred years have passed over Achray landscapes. A guardian of the land, entrusted to protect the pillars of the forest, ventured along Grand Lake shores in search of inspiration. Across the waters of Carcajou Bay, violet horizons roll in serpentine rhythms, while foreground branches bow in sunbathed splendor. He ensured his dependent lived forever in his oil sketch, as rocky shores, pristine waters, and windswept Pines were the culmination of Thomson’s Jack Pine visions.
Darkness descends on all who dwell here. Silhouettes emerge from granite pedestals set on fluid plains, but one stands out as a visitor to this primal land. Light ignites in feathery plumage dividing a placid sky. Ribbons curl on Eastern breezes, scattering celestial diamonds for all to see. Protect this place. Embrace its warmth and special gifts. Let its soul burn within you like Algonquin embers.
Cooling air breathes life into all who rest by her shores. Waves ripples and crest in a primordial rhythm that sculpts red sands into serpentine sketches.
We are not alone in this forest of ever changing hues and varied depths of understanding. Images that challenge us sweep in on gentle breezes or forceful gusts, but the strength we absorb from others keeps us grounded. Reach up from the darkness, and be craddled in the branches of the forest’s light.