Remove yourself and take the time to truly listen to the forest. Absorb the silence into your soul, and let it surge through you in healing waves. Listen to the message that drifts in winter whispers, and reflect. Envelop yourself in the cradle of the forest’s stillness, and facilitate change through your every breath. Dream a dream of a world overflowing with natural majesty and never ending promise. Listen.
Back to the Artwork pageRemove yourself and take the time to truly listen to the forest. Absorb the silence into your soul, and let it surge through you in healing waves. Listen to the message that drifts in winter whispers, and reflect. Envelop yourself in the cradle of the forest’s stillness, and facilitate change through your every breath. Dream a dream of a world overflowing with natural majesty and never ending promise. Listen.
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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.
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.
I hear the world differently than you. Visual cues present themselves, and guide me in ways unknown to most. I hear rustling leaves through oscillating shimmer, as they dance to an East wind’s command. The splash of a Northern Pike delights me, as ripples radiate then fade to still waters. A loon’s crimson eyes rise and fall in royal splendour, as its lonely call brushes my soul. Night falls as ashen shadows and azure skies cloak reflective silence. All who bear witness unite in my world. I am not alone in the presence of the night birch.
A young Tom Thomson living in urban surrounds, sought solitude in the majestic bluffs of Scarborough. Venturing further east he explored the calm of a lake named Scugog, where inspiration lead to the creation of Near Lake Scugog and Evening Lake Scugog. His gaze is distant, while his four legged companion’s is inward. Was this a sign of his bold interpretations of future northern landscapes? Look inward at your accomplishments and interactions that have proven to be a positive influence on the world, but also look ahead with determination and creativity for a future rich with a canvas filled with vibrant brush strokes. Could these be the lessons of Reflections of Thomson?
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