About
a five minute drive from my studio, along the grand river, I came across
these two trees. Twisted and contorted I found their shape rather abstract
and appealing. As I stood looking at this scene, I was struck by the space
between the trees.
The
space looked to me like a portal into the rural scene beyond. Strange as such a
perception might seem, it is intriguing to note that since I painted this
landscape the trees have weathered into stumps and the city of Waterloo has
grown and begun to encroach upon this rural setting. This painting now
becomes a portal of a kind, a portal into the past.
