Raindrops dance on placid waters, as storm clouds thin and dissipate. Silhouettes mark the transition between land and threatening sky, while island pine and cedar anchor themselves on their solid yet unimposing foundation. Those who live under the politics of fear only see skies of discontent and mistrust. For those with optimistic intent, skies will clear. Lift your vision so others may follow. Look towards the horizon, and await the affirmation of the stormbreak.
Back to the Artwork pageRaindrops dance on placid waters, as storm clouds thin and dissipate. Silhouettes mark the transition between land and threatening sky, while island pine and cedar anchor themselves on their solid yet unimposing foundation. Those who live under the politics of fear only see skies of discontent and mistrust. For those with optimistic intent, skies will clear. Lift your vision so others may follow. Look towards the horizon, and await the affirmation of the stormbreak.
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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.
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?
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.
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