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.
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.
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.
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.
The calmness in the water of Lake of Two Rivers is interrupted by an approaching storm. The winds pick up with a sudden surge, wildlife seeks shelter in a frenzy of activity, and the skies open up with a burst of moisture. All around, the air is filled with a freshness that adds rich hues to the surrounding features. The raindrops on the branches descend slowly as if moved by unseen forces, and new life is spawned on the forest floor below. The calmness soon returns to the waters of Algonquin, and life begins again, after the storm.