Driving anywhere near our home, especially in the Fall, provides a staggering amount of inspiration for me as a landscape painter. I don't get very far these days without pulling over to take pictures of the rural scenes that are so alive, mesmerising and beautiful. I study the colour in the clouds and try to feel how the breeze plays in the rolling fields. I watch closely as the light shifts and changes the shapes that are laid out before me. My kids often complain when I'm late to pick them up, but somedays I can't resist the pull of stopping along the way and taking in the the beauty of what surrounds me.
I arrived at my studio this morning and saw the CBC alert that Gord Downie had died. I had to take a few moments to catch my breath.
What a creative, giving soul who was all about community and the collective experience. Gord used his platform to bring us together, to inspire and deliver so much good. He shared incredible poetry paired with rocking music that has been the soundtrack of our lives. He showed us what grace and courage really look like, especially in the face of terminal illness.
I didn't know how to deal with this heavyhearted news, so I hit shuffle on my favourite Tragically Hip playlist and painted.