Port Severn To Beausoleil, 2014, oil on linen, 60 x 66 inches
Port Severn To Beausoleil
I grew up moving between Midland where my family spent the winter and
Port Severn where my parents operated Camp Shawanaga and we lived in
June, July and August each year. This view starts above Port Severn and
continues west across Severn Sound to Midland and Penetanguishene and
ends at the western shoreline of Nottawasga Bay. At the bottom left is
my mother and at the right is my father, both painted as twenty year
olds. Between them I am starting out in a canoe, in early spring, on my
first sketching trip after finishing art school. Above me and oriented
sideways are images of my grandmother and grandfather Haig on the day
they picked me up in Port Severn to take me to Camp Hurontario. I was
eight years old. Floating above the horizon is W.J. Wood and Mrs. Wood. He
was a Midland painter whose paintings I grew up with. He painted
Georgian Bay as a place fully inhabited by people, not as a
northern wilderness.
Port Severn To Beausoleil
I grew up moving between Midland where my family spent the winter and Port Severn where my parents operated Camp Shawanaga and we lived in June, July and August each year. This view starts above Port Severn and continues west across Severn Sound to Midland and Penetanguishene and ends at the western shoreline of Nottawasga Bay. At the bottom left is my mother and at the right is my father, both painted as twenty year olds. Between them I am starting out in a canoe, in early spring, on my first sketching trip after finishing art school. Above me and oriented sideways are images of my grandmother and grandfather Haig on the day they picked me up in Port Severn to take me to Camp Hurontario. I was eight years old. Floating above the horizon is W.J. Wood and Mrs. Wood. He was a Midland painter whose paintings I grew up with. He painted Georgian Bay as a place fully inhabited by people, not as a northern wilderness.