As a kid I remember fishing, picking blueberries and watching the sky and water fuse into a storm. I grabbed the blueberry pail and ran. Northern Ontario storms were nothing to sneeze at..

While fishing and picking were fun, it was the sky, water and the surrounding spendour of the trees and rocks that remained deep within me. Lingering feelings about the majestic impersonality of the natural world I now need to capture on canvas.

For over thirty years as a conductor I used the baton to shape the feelings and form of the music and to communicate these emotions. Now, the brush does the same thing. It’s my tool to capture memories that shape my paintings so that the canvas portrays the emotional colours the landscapes hold for me. I work in concert with my paintings rather than imposing something upon them..

My landscapes are not duplications of nature. Rather they are paintings that allow me to communicate alongside the canvas rather than through it using colours, shapes and movement. I title this body of work, North of My Memories.