This is a print I made about 15 years ago. She's not being ruffled by the water. She's lying on a rock, almost in the water. I think it's based on the sense of all the wonderful hours of my life I've spent lying in or near water. I was driving along Highway 2 into my hometown of Brockville last Friday night. I was looking at the river and realized the enormous influence it has had on my imagination. Water appears in many, many of my images.
I saw water from my bedroom window, also simply walking around the town, and from boats such as canoes, rowboats, sailboats and the ferry crossing the river.
I saw water from my bedroom window, also simply walking around the town, and from boats such as canoes, rowboats, sailboats and the ferry crossing the river.
This is a monoprint. The boat is just a twig. The image shows the uncertainty of coming out from behind shelter into a rougher water. When I was born I was brought back to a place within a few yards of the river. I've lived near water ever since then: during the summer at cottages, around the lakes of eastern Ontario, in Toronto where I live now along Lake Ontario.
I'm sure if I had grown up on the Prairies, that would always be reflected in any of my work, instead of the water, which is now so important in my work.
I'm sure if I had grown up on the Prairies, that would always be reflected in any of my work, instead of the water, which is now so important in my work.
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