Canoeing in the Lac Sainte Jean north of the Laurentian Mountains near the great woods of Quebec. It was what they most wanted a strong woman and a determined man traveling west toward gold, harvesting pelts along the way, warring and trading with the Indians, indigenous to the land. My ancestors lived with the land, they lived off and they died into the land.
My DNA is seeded into the ground, into the northeast side of the continent. They lived snowed into the root cellars and seeded the land in the spring. I inherited my perseverance form these ancestors and unfortunately I inherited by patience as well.
Many of my pastels and water colors have a theme of Canadian villages that emerge during the drawing.