Free standing sculptures
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Canoe Series #49
Read moreMy Canoe Series started with a small edition of six in 2016, and there are now a total of fifty-one in the growing edition.
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Canoe Series #51
Read moreThis is the 51st sculpture in my Canoe Series.
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Canoe Series #52
Read moreThis is the 52nd sculpture in my Canoe Series. You will notice the edition number and my signature engraved on the back of the metal canoe.
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Canoe Series #53
Read moreThis is the 53rd sculpture in my Canoe Series.
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Canoe Series #54
Read moreThis is the 54th sculpture in my Canoe Series.
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Canoe Series #55
Read moreThis is the 55th sculpture in my Canoe Series.
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Canoe Series #56
Read moreThis is the 56th sculpture in my Canoe Series.
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Canoe Song
Read moreListen to the quiet tone of paddles stroking cool, clear, depths, as the swirl of gentle breezes soothe the haunting call of the loon. Ripples on rocky shores glisten, keeping time as they rise and fall in ancient rhythms. Choose to join nature’s symphony, with a genuine respect for all of its instruments, and rejoice in the subtle melodies of the canoe song.
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Cascading Pathways
Read moreLike cascading water, we sometimes fall with no idea of the destination ahead of us. In harmony with that waterfall we have to trust that the path we take is the one that God has chosen especially for us. The twists and turns in the river of life all teach us important lessons in self-awareness and personal relationships. Don’t be afraid to branch out, feel the textures of life, and explore the world’s cascading pathways.
– For Gary –
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Cedar Strip
Read moreCrafted from the forest, its gunnels and keel gleam with an artist’s touch. Flashes of light across a mist soaked lake supply proof of its presence, as it glides and sways in a rhythmic dance. Markings on a polished underbelly honour the rocky Algonquin and Temagami isles where sanctuary was sought for moments of reflection and sustenance, or protection from leeward winds. As stars appear and night draws near, I wait in anticipation for the coming dawn when once again I can share quiet moments alone with my cedar strip.