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.
Daylight fades over cool waters, as ripples change to glass.
Brush strokes record this primal land in ways unseen before. Colour and textures are borrowed from the landscapes with imaginative flare, as thoughts of profit are replaced by the appreciation of nature’s priceless gifts. Seek the patience and understanding of names such as Thomson, Jackson, and Harris, as you pass through these lands. Their memories live forever in brief moments bathed in sunlit splendour and cloud shrouded mystery. Take time to pause, reflect, and admire this gift presented to all of us by the painter.
An Algonquin lake sparkles like a rare gem set between two serpentine diamond strings named Madawaska. In view of the red trimmed cabins of Killarney Lodge, an ancient outcropping emerges and gives life to those who would cling to its rocky shores. Indigenous pathways reflect in mirror soaked calmness, as respect is given to the land that breathed life into their ancestors. Winter ice brings guests unlikely to traverse open water, and provides host for a moment of isolation and reflection. The warm waters of summer wafts quiet voices and gentle paddle strokes across glistening wakes, as distant loons call with lilting echoes. Approaching clouds hint at changing weather as all seek shelter in her bays. This enchanting landscape reveals its secrets in blazing colour, frozen solitude, and misty shrouds. This is the life blood of a gift we call Lake of Two Rivers.
Paddle strokes heard through the morning mist foreshadow an artist in search of inspiration. Algonquin presents its gifts to all who are willing to receive. Some see landscapes in vibrant colours and bold brushstrokes, while others pass without thought. Be a painter with your presence. Protect the forest, and guide others to respect its treasures. Move slowly, and absorb the vistas before you. Take pause from devices that distract, and discover your inner Thomson.