Acrylic on gallery depth cradled birch panel. Varnished and ready to hang. Signed, and numbered on back.
This piece is part of a series I did called “Crossing the Bay”; it pays homage to my great grandmother who was a midwife and an herbalist in New Brunswick, Canada right on the Atlantic coast. If fact, her home was right on the Fundy Bay that fed into the Atlantic Ocean. Many times she was called in the middle of the night, the middle of the Atlantic winter, the middle of caring for her own family to attend to someone in need or deliver a baby. She would get into her row boat and row across the bay despite the weather to attend to someone who needed her help. I have often thought about the tremendous strength and personal conviction she must have had in order to brave such conditions day in and day out. When I am facing life’s trials or struggles I often remind myself that I am from the lineage of my great grandmother and that I come from tough stock.