Temagami and Parry Sound bend, but do not yield to the roar and swirling clouds of this relentless dragon. All in its path cower and flee from this destructive force, but are not defeated nor accepting of its power. We have strength against all tyranny, and are not painted with the same brush as those who claim to speak for us. Continue to love, share, and embrace all that we hold close to our spirit, and resist the folly of the fury.
Back to the Artwork pageTemagami and Parry Sound bend, but do not yield to the roar and swirling clouds of this relentless dragon. All in its path cower and flee from this destructive force, but are not defeated nor accepting of its power. We have strength against all tyranny, and are not painted with the same brush as those who claim to speak for us. Continue to love, share, and embrace all that we hold close to our spirit, and resist the folly of the fury.
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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.
Shrill voices break the silence in haunting rhythms, through misty shrouds. Messengers struggle to be heard as they warn of threatened waters from skies overhead. Spread your wings, rise up, and heed the call.
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?
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.
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