This is the 45th sculpture in my Canoe Series.

This is the 44th sculpture in my Canoe Series.

Set between Algonquin lakes, Smoke Creek’s promise of calm waters becomes cloaked in deception as our paddles stress against wind tossed waves.

Shimmering hues of indigo and gold flicker from layered prisms deep within our souls.

Embrace the positive energy of the night sky as it cleanses your spirit in a spray of pinpoint lights and reassuring silence.

Waves of turmoil advance menacingly towards us.

Set aside devices that claim to unite us and enter liquid realms with new resolve and tenacity built around true communication and trust.

Own a limited edition, archival print of Peter’s 2021 piece entitled Kawatha. 

A crispness returns to afternoon breezes, as leaves twist and tumble in search of their final destination.

Peter is excited to have launched his new book entitled, Reflections in Glass and Stone on August 1, 2020.

Own a limited edition, archival print of Peter’s iconic 2019 piece entitled Seasons of Algonquin.

Sunlight shimmers on October waters, as geese contemplate their southern journey accompanied by the inexperience of youthful enthusiasm.

Own a limited edition, archival print of Peter’s iconic 2017 piece entitled Jack Pine Visions. 

Own a limited edition, archival print of Peter’s iconic 2018 piece entitled Lake of Two Rivers. 

Gray Jays sing in melodious whispers and harsh chatters, through a crisp and untouched forest.

Your water laden Westerlies rise and cool while making the long ascent over the Algonquin Dome. Life giving precipitation falls to be embraced by twenty-four drainage systems which feed the headwaters of seven pristine rivers; The Madawaska, Muskoka, Magnetawan, Amable du Fond, Petawawa, Bonnechere, and York Rivers. The tree of life spawns seven crystal clear waterfalls that flow from the highlands of Algonquin to nourish the rich and diverse ecosystem surrounding it.

Messengers of different kinds deliver news that brings joy into our lives, but much too often they also come with news of loss and future suffering. The icebergs of the North Atlantic are awe inspiring, and a sight of natural beauty, but they are also messengers of a climate change that quite possibly could effect the globe we live on. Since 1979, when satellite record keeping began, Arctic sea ice has been disappearing, due to greenhouse gases, by about 38,000 square miles annually. The messenger will continue to knock on our doors, but whether we heed the warning and act is up to all of us. This is the challenge of The Messenger.

This sculpture was created to honour Roberta Bondar’s accomplishments in space. Discovery is the shuttle name, and STS – 42 is the flight number when she became the first female Canadian in space.

The Autumn leaves shiver with excitement. The Pines bow to the winds as they whicper their secrets. A distant Loon laughs in reply to the whispering winds, and the stoic Granite remains silent knowing it is the foundation of all that is Muskoka magic.

Yield to me your secrets that I may know the storms I must endure. Yield to me your secrets that I may know the peace I may encounter. Yield to me your secrets that I may know the journey with faith and joy through the waves of my life.

This collector piece is one out of a growing edition that I started creating in 2016. You will notice that the edition number and the artist’s signature is engraved on the back of the kayak, so as more pieces are created in the Kayak Series in the future, the lower edition numbers will translate to an increase in value with the passage of time.

This collector piece is one out of a growing edition that I started creating in 2016. You will notice that the edition number and the artist’s signature is engraved on the back of the kayak, so as more pieces are created in the Kayak Series in the future, the lower edition numbers will translate to an increase in value with the passage of time.

I sit at the edge of day.  It is the beginning of night.  The sun exchanges places with the moon, and there is great stillness in the air.  The night is full of magic, but all that is heard is the echo of the loon’s call.  Blue Mystique envelopes those who will listen to the silence.  The silence that is you.

Early snow brings pause to all who ply these waters.  The call of geese overhead reminds me of the passing season, and the gentle approach of the next.  Memories return to summer morns, and carefree paddles on mist shrouded lakes.  Without the return of melting warmth, we are only left awaiting spring.

Look below the surface and discover a world unknown to those who pass by in haste. Skimming over life’s tapestry rewards few, but searching and opening oneself to self-discovery and endless possibilities enrich the souls of those who dare to challenge expected norms.  Seek what moves below still waters, and discover the networks and catacombs that past generations have entrusted to us.  Protect the creatures who inhabit these dark and mysterious pools from those who see them only as wastelands to be drained for profit.  Truly open your senses to the secrets of the wetlands.