Landscape

On this cold winter day my mind drifted to the warm of summer down by the lake. Bodies of water are mysterious ever changing places with grassy banks that appear magical.

Each one of these works of art is unique. There are no two alike. Each painting and drawing tells a story and is part of a larger more complex series of paintings and drawings.

Reflections: Centennial Park Lake

I have always been drawn to the river's edge. One feels a part of something greater and in unity with nature that surrounds us. The rising and the retreating of the tides are cyclical as are our lives.

I have always been drawn to the river's edge. One feels a part of something greater and in unity with nature that surrounds us. The rising and the retreating of the tides are cyclical as are our lives.

I have always been drawn to the river's edge. One feels a part of something greater and in unity with nature that surrounds us. The rising and the retreating of the tides are cyclical as are our lives.

I have always been drawn to the river's edge. One feels a part of something greater and in unity with nature that surrounds us. The rising and the retreating of the tides are cyclical as are our lives.

I have always been drawn to the river's edge. One feels a part of something greater and in unity with nature that surrounds us. The rising and the retreating of the tides are cyclical as are our lives.

Waters Edge: Pointe-Claire