FOREVER YOUNGE: THE SERIES
Sometimes in life it is the journey, not necessarily the destination, that holds the ‘gift’. This series marks the beginning of a closer look at moments in the passage up highway 11 to my humble ‘cabina’ in the woods outside of North Bay.
As any ‘northerner’ will probably boast, highway 11 is really just and extension of Younge street in Toronto! I have been struck by this paradox for over three decades. Exquisitely open skies hold particular fascination for this ‘city girl’ but I am also intrigued by the graphic evidence of man’s etching through rock and soil. There can be a cold, hard beauty in the lines cut by man but they are made even more compelling when softened by the framing of nature.
These ‘roadscapes’ mark a return to a career that I began as a painter many years ago and are a celebration of all of the circles that bring us back ‘home’. This is indeed the beginning of an unfinished conversation...