|Captivating skies over highway 407, heading east.|
I wasn't homesick while I was gone, but it awoke a new appreciation for me. So, rather than dashing back to Ottawa after attending a lovely wedding in Welland, Ontario, Steve and I decided to go see the McMichael Canadian Art Collection, a gallery in Kleinburg, Ontario, just north of Toronto.
Set in the midst of forested parkland, it is easy to miss, and well off the beaten path, but so worth the trip.
|Stephen looking at one of the smaller studies, |
with a gorgeous, surreal Lawren Harris northern landscape in the background.
One of the remarkable things here was that so many of the paintings -- studies, really -- were so very small. Barely 8" x 10".
And, contrasting with what I'd seen in Holland, the gallery really evoked the Canadian experience. The vibrant colours of fall, the drama of winter.
|Algonquin Park, by Tom Thomson|
|What colour is snow? If you answered "white," that is the wrong answer.|
|(I failed to take a picture of the identification card beside this one.)|
|Split Rock Island; I took this picture at an angle, to better highlight the texture of the paint.|
Although Canadian artist Emily Carr was a contemporary of them, she was not a member of the Group of Seven. (She was a girl.) She is, however, represented at the McMichael Collection, as she should be.
|Edge of the Forest, by Emily Carr|
|Doesn't that make you think of Van Gogh's "The Starry Night"?|
Leaving the gallery, we hopped in the car for our long drive home, and I was fascinated by the big, dramatic skies and the quaint beauty of small-town Ontario.
I imagined visitors from Holland or Switzerland clicking pictures through their car windows.
And then beauty of the fall colours (I was afraid I'd missed them all) just got so much that we had to stop and take some "real" pictures of them.
|This is my Canada.|