He walked into my gallery during an exhibition and purchased a painting of a Quebec village, Les Eboulement. This representation of a rainy day in this tiny village in the Charlevois region started a conversation that lead to a week spent painting in Quebec. This man, his name was Molson, was part of a group of anglophones from Quebec that had secured buildings and properties in Quebec that they, not the government, felt should be held for the public. This trust was interested in Quebec heritage.
I have specialized in paintings of the Mennonites for over thirty-five years, and, naturally, most people associate me with this country subject. I am pleased that they do. I have, however, also produced many commissioned works over that period. These commissioned, custom, or bespoke paintings often are created for people who first became acquainted with my painting through my Mennonite work. I have showcased golf courses, cottages, and farms.
Sitting on the deck of a beautiful power boat with absolutely no responsibility for navigation is a most pleasant sensation. Threading between the countless islands in the waters near Parry Sound, we pass this lighthouse painted a blinding white. The captain, my brother-in-law, announces the points of interest as we progress through this movie-set-like scenery.
I was drawn to this view because of the colourful buildings in this very small village. Abattoir red on the middle building suggested a less than shy inhabitant. There must be a need for people who live in foggy coastal areas to enliven their landscape with brightly-hued structures. Think of the Alaskan villages and the coastal parts of Scandinavia and Russia. Mind you, I can recall many colourful buildings in the Caribbean as well, so there goes that theory.