Drifting quietly into a sheltered bog in Algonquin at the end of the day, the water can feel almost motionless—a quiet, tucked-away stretch where bass tuck beneath the pads and the wilderness slows to an absolute standstill. But as the sun dips behind the ridge, the entire scene ignites. The sky flares into warm amber and glowing golds against deep violet, cutting a fiery channel of light right through the dark water and weaving between floating lily pads. Painted right at the scene, I used thick, textured impasto strokes to capture that raw, electric shift—the rugged granite, dark spires of pine, and the fleeting drama of northern light turning still water into a brilliant mosaic.
Gallery Canvas- 1.5 Inch Depth, Black painted sides
Wall mount ready.