Tacking the crystal clear waters of Georgian Bay puts wind in my sails, and uplifts my spirit. Fresh, warm breezes caress my being, as windswept pines and granite, painted in linear motifs, frame the path ahead. As clouds begin to build with menacing intent, we seek refuge in the cradle of Beausoleil Island. With the promise of calm waters and star lit skies surrounding us, we are blessed with the assurance that we will awake refreshed while moored in the mist.
Back to the Artwork pageTacking the crystal clear waters of Georgian Bay puts wind in my sails, and uplifts my spirit. Fresh, warm breezes caress my being, as windswept pines and granite, painted in linear motifs, frame the path ahead. As clouds begin to build with menacing intent, we seek refuge in the cradle of Beausoleil Island. With the promise of calm waters and star lit skies surrounding us, we are blessed with the assurance that we will awake refreshed while moored in the mist.
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As the Atlantic surf meets the Newfoundland shore, as the Muskoka pines meet on Fiddlehead Mountain, as the sun begins to set, wherever we are, we know it must be An Hour By Sun.
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?
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.
Awaken before the rise of the sun. Listen through the ascending shroud for the call of the loon and the splash of the otter. Breathe in the early morn as paddle strokes caress placid waters, and absorb all that is offered in the Temagami mist.
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