Painting my island is more than documentation. I carry into each canvas the elements of sketching, and the quiet memories of walking this road during my “trek about my island.”

This particular view can take one’s breath away. Emerging down the forested hill from Channel Ridge, a vista opens—wide farm fields stretching outward, and the extraordinary breadth of the northwest edge meeting the surrounding waters.

We are close to the distant mountains, and closer still to the soft, rolling hills of Vancouver Island. There is an element of surprise here, yet also a peaceful completion—as though something long awaited has quietly arrived.

I sense our island lives slightly beyond, yet still within, a veil of yesteryear.