This painting is a celebration. My first time to Waterton Lakes and I was devastated by the massive breadth of devastation from the 2017 fires – crossing elevation, rivers, canyons and distance. Mountain after mountain of silver grey burnt forest, as far as you could see. Grey sticks like fur receding in waves rising up to the alpine. It was awesome. Depressing. Dramatic, sad and so beautiful.

Beneath the blur of silver grey standing trunks – once thick forest - you could now see the forms of stone & boulders, canyons & ridges. The blocks upon which these majestic mountains