Often, when I ponder the issues of why I paint and what I am trying to say when I paint, an image will float up before my mind’s inner eye. The image is of a large boulder on the Georgian Bay shore—monumental, weighty, profoundly silent and unchanging through eons of time. Wouldn’t it be wonderful for a painting to have such gravitas as those rocks? Those rock-strewn, glacier-carved shores of Georgian Bay hold a central place in my psyche, I think, as a symbol of a great mystery in my mind. With my feet dipped in the water there and my back on those round warm rocks, I can most easily feel transported to a state of Paradise.