A warm July evening in ’69 calls us to gather at the ancient foundations of Kilbear. Framed in pine and star strewn skies, we sit mesmerized by historic sights from a world separated by space and time. Human achievement is reflected in the strength and determination of an eagle’s wings as it descends in confidence and hope. Pursue your dreams with the assurance that you will plan and execute them with the precision and confidence of the lunar lander.
Back to the Artwork pageA warm July evening in ’69 calls us to gather at the ancient foundations of Kilbear. Framed in pine and star strewn skies, we sit mesmerized by historic sights from a world separated by space and time. Human achievement is reflected in the strength and determination of an eagle’s wings as it descends in confidence and hope. Pursue your dreams with the assurance that you will plan and execute them with the precision and confidence of the lunar lander.
The sky is painted with crimson brush strokes, as the winds of haste fade to calm. Take pause from tasks that hinder your soul, and reflect on your growth and achievements. Know you have made a difference in the world in quiet and subtle ways. In ways that are hidden in the warm mist far from turmoil of the surface waves. Be still and absorb the rejuvenating spirit of sunset breezes.
Birch, Red Maple, and Pine stand on the shore of an Autumn lake, as a symbol of perseverance and diversity. Entwined roots help them stand together in solidarity from the menace of the approaching Winter winds. Reflect on this country’s historic diversity. Rejoice in our differences, and continue to protect our Canadian trilogy.
Resist the temptation and directives to place nation and self before others. Search out the glowing light in others, and lift it up for all to see. The land takes its rest from sunbaked skies, and blankets itself in quilts of white and crystal shimmer. Be open to others and embrace the changes they also bring to our lives. We are of one family on this planet, and will only dance with the joy of acceptance when we resist the move towards isolation.
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.