As a child my mother, in mystical bard-like sing-song rhythm, enthralled me with the magical properties of misty, multi-coloured rainbows; a short incantation that has held lifelong inspiration, not in search of the pot of gold, but rather the magic of colour.
Acrylic on canvas
Windswept Freedom, the first of the two hangs at the Alberta Arts and Draft Supply Store. They have a link here as well. Of the two the first stylized impressionistic attempt to produce a reflection of The Group of Seven is my best.
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