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.
We are not alone in this forest of ever changing hues and varied depths of understanding. Images that challenge us sweep in on gentle breezes or forceful gusts, but the strength we absorb from others keeps us grounded. Reach up from the darkness, and be craddled in the branches of the forest’s light.
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.
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?
On April 12, 1980 an artificial limb was dipped in St. John’s Harbour, and a quixotic adventure had begun.