Set aside the devices that claim to connect us, and lift up your eyes and soul to the beauty within your grasp. Take pause from the life of competition and turmoil, and reach out to those who search for a sympathetic ear and understanding eyes that have seen their pain. Rejoice, for you have made a human connection more powerful than a number on a screen. Breathe in the wonders of silence in radiant swirls of warmth and light, and be absorbed and rejuvenated in the stillness.
Back to the Artwork pageSet aside the devices that claim to connect us, and lift up your eyes and soul to the beauty within your grasp. Take pause from the life of competition and turmoil, and reach out to those who search for a sympathetic ear and understanding eyes that have seen their pain. Rejoice, for you have made a human connection more powerful than a number on a screen. Breathe in the wonders of silence in radiant swirls of warmth and light, and be absorbed and rejuvenated in the stillness.
A man weaves tales of this land through poetry and song. Senses are awakened by images of past glory, as well as those of immeasurable pain. Challenges are whispered, to all who will listen, from frail limbs and foreboding eyes. Chanie Wenjack’s secret path jolts us into uncomfortable realizations of historical disconnects, and untold misery on the tip of a Raven’s wing. Pearls of wisdom, spoken by a sister, seek a different world through truth and reconciliation. We are all connected to someone, as Gord is to Chanie. Follow the examples of those who came before us, and seek the strength to facilitate change. Let us dance for healing under the moonlight on ashes of love. All is possible with the promise and power of courage.
I find my rest in silent choices. Breathe in your surroundings, as your work is now done. Listen to the stillness, and accept the gifts of canoe point.
When approaching Algonquin, the quiet hush of nature begins its descent upon me. I feel the ever increasing distance from stress, noise, pavement and concrete. The layers of life’s hectic pace are replaced by nature’s serenity as I approach Algonquin.
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.