Ontario’s provincial parks owe a lot to artists like the Group of Seven. Killarney Provincial Park began with A. Y. Jackson petitioning the Provincial government to have it preserved as Trout Lake was about to be logged. That lake now bears the name O.S.A. Lake for the Ontario Society of Artists.
During the summer of 2019 on two occasions my daughter Harmony, 5 year old grandson Cole, and me made Chutes Provincial Park home for a spell. This remarkable spot is the backyard of the town of Massey (so close it uses the towns water system).
Chutes park is on the Rivière aux Sables a mighty cascading twisting river that is itself designated as a Provincial Park (waterway class park protects approximately 3,658 hectares including 75 kilometres of the river).
Chutes park is small in size yet has a mighty spectacle on the Twin Bridges Trail – 6 km return (2 hours) moderate. Following the Aux Sables River this hiking trail leads to lookouts at the falls and the Seven Sisters Cataracts where i took many photos of this powerful wonder. This painting is from one of those shots.
If you are ever travelling down Hwy 17 through Massey turn off at the traffic light and within 1 km you will find this spot and a fine sandy beach tucked in a bend in the river below the falls.
Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrors exhibition at the AGO in Toronto April 26, 2018.
The 60’s were an explosion of creativity, protest, civil rights and war. Yayoi was right there in the heart of it all from Japan to New York city. She was born in Japan 1929 and still paints in her studio every day. Here are a few quotes from Yayoi Kusama.
“Self-destruction is the only way to peace”
“Stop nuclear bombs and wars, now/Live your shining life/forever eternally/I sincerely hope that you would view the works I have created with my utmost strength. Let’s sing a song together in praise of humanity facing the universe.” (2011)
Letter to President Nixon, (1968)
“Our earth is like one little polka dot, among millions of other celestial bodies, one orb full of hatred and strife amid the peaceful, silent spheres. Let’s you and I change all that and make this world a new Garden of Eden.
“Let’s forget ourselves, dearest Richard, and become one with the Absolute, all together in the altogether. As we soar through the heavens, we’ll paint each other with polka dots, lose our egos in timeless eternity, and finally discover the naked truth: You can’t eradicate violence by using more violence. This truth is written in spheres with which I will lovingly, soothingly, adorn your hard masculine body. Gently! Gently! Dear Richard. Calm your manly fighting spirit!”
A beautiful water plant with an uninspiring name. You will find Pickerelweed in lake and river edges throughout Northern Ontario. Delightful purple flowers with distinctive arrow point leaves. This one was in Bell Lake, Killarney.
My daughter is starting a tradition. Every fall we visit Silver Water to pick sweet apples from a roadside tree, followed by a hike along the shore of Silver Lake with my grandson Cole. Traditions create a rhythm of seasonal life. Last year I painted Cole on the beach with an apple. This year he leaped and danced along the shore with an apple in his hand. I have an idea for my first triptych inspired by those photos. This painting here is a warm-up… so stay tuned.