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“The interplay of ice and Muskoka stone have always fascinated me. The Granite dictates the path the icicles take as they flow down the jagged rock faces, but the ice also seems to have a mind of its own as it continually changes and grows from its source. This sculpture is created almost entirely out of multi-textured, clear, transparent glass to engage whatever window background it is placed on.
Childhood memories pass silently with morning breezes, while gentle waters ripple and stir.
A twisted, but majestic pine stands guard over a sweeping expanse of cold Georgian Bay waters. Located on the high granite cliffs in Killbear Provincial Park, this sentinel will continue to stand firm for years to come.
Sun sets on the guardians of Georgian Bay, as warmth spirals towards nightfall. Distant islands remind us of past achievements, and those yet to come. Bring warmth to all you know, as you bathe in the glow of a Georgian sky.
Release yourself from the trap of materialism and superficial goals. Rejoice in the sights, sounds, smells, and the touch of the sky, and all that lies beneath its gentle blanket. Pause and admire the stand of Birch set in a forest bathed in the fading light of milky and misty yellow hues. Marvel at the simple complexity of golden ivory.
The harvest moon arrives once again, above the fertile landscape, to remind us to be faithful guardians of the soil and the air. Colours change from vibrant greens, through the brilliant warm spectrum, and finally fade to brown. All under the gaze of the harvest moon.
We set out as intrepid adventurers in a mysterious land, willing to take in all that our senses could absorb. Two sisters on a voyage of laughter and discovery, filled with anticipation and a healthy dose of apprehension. Visions of the Serengeti’s cheetahs, wildebeests, elephants, and rhinos change our perceptions into reality in unbridled wonder. Childhood memories flowed between us like aquatic creatures waving in a chorus of coral blues and emerald greens. We shared thoughts of our mortality, as well as lives lived, with understanding passed with clairvoyant ease. Be happy my dear sister, for we have truly fulfilled a dream of a lifetime. We have lived. We have loved, and we have danced with tribal abandon. Know that I am at peace, as I am in heaven with the door shut.
Cold winds sweep by to deliver a stroke from nature’s paintbrush across the crisp sky. Moonlight reflects off the stark beauty of the pine’s glistening pedestal of ice and stone. The windswept tree presides over this pristine landscape until Spring releases it from Winter’s grip. This is the spectacle of the ice pine.
Set aside the devices that claim to connect us, and lift up your eyes and soul to the beauty within your grasp.
On April 12, 1980 an artificial limb was dipped in St. John’s Harbour, and a quixotic adventure had begun.