35 years ago, on January 22nd, I wrote these words in my journal. I was a young art student then and this was an important step for me, for so many reasons. I didn't want anyone or anything to interfere or disturb my intent, and so I took my first steps in seclusion while on a year long break away from the art school I was attending.

I let myself slip through the cracks in this special place and began to explore the world as a painter. I was exactly where I needed to be, in complete and splendid isolation in the deep solitude of a Canadian winter.

what I painted that day