Set aside devices that claim to unite us and enter liquid realms with new resolve and tenacity built around true communication and trust. Glide through pools of reflection and rediscovery knowing those who have come before will guide and elevate you when menace draws near. Enjoy each generation with the gifts and joy they extend, as you accept the rewards presented in a family swim.
Back to the Artwork pageSet aside devices that claim to unite us and enter liquid realms with new resolve and tenacity built around true communication and trust. Glide through pools of reflection and rediscovery knowing those who have come before will guide and elevate you when menace draws near. Enjoy each generation with the gifts and joy they extend, as you accept the rewards presented in a family swim.
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?
The sky is painted with crimson brush strokes, as the winds of haste fade to calm. Take pause from tasks that hinder your soul, and reflect on your growth and achievements. Know you have made a difference in the world in quiet and subtle ways. In ways that are hidden in the warm mist far from turmoil of the surface waves. Be still and absorb the rejuvenating spirit of sunset breezes.
Spring has come to Algonquin in reluctant strokes of fragile warmth. Cool waters ripple as icy coverings are released, and return slowly to fluid motion. Closing hours of daylight spawn Winter’s last flurry, and a chill returns to the now placid waters. Distant shores lose definition, and mystery returns in the Mew Lake mist.
Temagami and Parry Sound bend, but do not yield to the roar and swirling clouds of this relentless dragon.