After a long weekend camping trip on Cape Breton, I rummaged through all the experiences, photographs and incredible sceneries, pondering which possible scene to put to paint. I guess one tends to choose those scenes that hold, not only aesthetic value, but experiential and spiritual values as well. Though Meat Cove seems to have been tagged with a mysterious as well as sinister profile, I came away from Cape Breton’s most northerly coast with a sense of awe and reverence. Camping on what felt like the edge of Eastern Canada with the Gulf of St. Lawrence lapping against the shale cliffs below, I felt as if I was no longer in Canada.
Unlike most of my landscapes, this particular piece seems to bring out the realist in me, maybe due to the fact that I wanted to portray as best I could, the majestic views available throughout the highlands of Cape Breton. Armed with only a few photographs from a morning’s coastal hike along the granite cliffs, I chose the typical wind battered tree one sees throughout the highlands. I guess I’m always drawn to the wiry, naked dead trees no matter where the wind takes me.
Cape Breton, Canada
oil on panel
28" X 22"