Snow Snow Snow

Boreal Morning
12″ x 16″
Mixed Media on Canvas

Life in the North is a different kind of thing. Where I am, we are just on the verge of the Great White Expanse. In my journeys up to the Northwest Territories and throughout Northern Alberta there is one thing I’ve come to understand and appreciate.

They make them different up here. Like a Raven we’ll caw and complain but in the end, we get to work. We live through the mountains of snow and ice, we help dig out our neighbours, we still do our jobs and take care of our families.

Sometimes we’ll get that far away look, that thousand yard stare, and everyone who lives here knows what it’s like to get that need to go, to leave to walk away into the wilderness and never come back. I think it’s the balance we have to strike between our animal nature and the demands of a modern life.

Yes, it’s cold, people die of exposure, tips of ears or fingers can freeze away if you get caught in it, but it’s also our blessing. We don’t flood, we don’t shake, we just freeze. And the spring always comes. Is it possible that one day, after we’ve wrecked it enough that it will all change? Of course. Maybe one year it will freeze and it will stay frozen. It’s happened before to this earth of ours, and it can happen again.

So we do what we must. We recycle, we eat less, we waste less. or at least we try. Will it be enough?

This vast wilderness is our home, and looking out at the mountains of snow I feel a soft calm. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but I know without a doubt that everything will be fine. We may have our long dark night, but out of the dawn we’ll see the distance, the puff of breath in the cold air, and at last the sunrise.


Thanks to Everyone who came out! It was great to meet so many amazing people. The gallery was absolutely alive with your energy.

Deep In The Winter Wood
24″ x 40″
Mixed Media
on Canvas


Once Upon a Time, this is how it was. It was just like this…Snow covered the rolling hills, a cool blanket over a sleeping companion. The night was alive with the twinkling crystal air, and the naked trees stretched out silvery limbs to the hard, unblinking gaze of a thousand thousand stars, appearing closer than they had ever been before, perhaps seeking refuge from the yawning emptiness of the eternal void, perhaps forgetting that the emptiness was their mother and father both. Perhaps just lonely on such a silent night. The moon was just climbing over the edge of the world when silently, on padded toes, Rabbit stepped out of the darkness, and at almost the same time, Raven shuffled into the light.

Raven had kept his Dreamer, or perhaps it was the other way around. Nevertheless, he was looking two places at once, as Ravens do, while Rabbit kept his silence. After all, it was his very own to keep.

It was the subject of his life, tonight, of which he was not entirely certain. Still, he had come, deep in a winter wood, silent but for the Raven’s rasp. The breath of a talker, a forager, a scavenger.

The sussuration of a predator’s song.

But Rabbit had something else in store tonight. A surprise.

Edmonton Sunset

Sometimes living in the city can be all right. Despite the traffic, the tension, and the general brown slush mixture of city streets, there are these gorgeous, glowing moments. Maybe I should start a series of “sunsets from my studio window”. One a week, at least for a year.