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Late Winter in Ontario, 2026
A series of six original 4 × 4 inch watercolours, Late Winter in Ontario was painted from a place of stillness that sits between seasons. The work emerged after a mid-February drive along Highway 27, between Barrie and Toronto, following a weekend of cross-country skiing and a walk through a conservation area near Kleinburg.
These pieces carry the particular quality of this time of the year, where snow is still deep and white, subduing the landscape and its colours, yet something slowly is beginning to shift. There is a softness in the light, a quiet suggestion of return.
This series came from a drive back on Highway 27 in mid-February, after a weekend of cross-country skiing. We had stopped for a short walk in a conservation area near Kleinburg. Everything was covered in snow, quiet in that particular way winter gets when there’s no wind and no movement.
There were small, quiet encounters along the way that stayed with me. A little bird came down almost without hesitation to peck at a handful of seeds someone had left on the snow, completely absorbed in that simple task, as if winter wasn’t something to contend with, just the ground it stood on. Later, a fox stood still in the open, facing the low sun, not moving on right away, just holding there for a moment. It had the feeling of waiting without impatience, as if it already knew the light would stretch again, even if not yet.
Back in the car, just watching the landscape pass, there was a sense of ease that felt very complete. Nothing dramatic, just being settled. The kind of moment where you’re not trying to get anywhere faster, not thinking ahead, not replaying anything. Just there.
Looking out at the fields and the trees, there wasn’t a feeling of harshness or resistance in the cold. It all felt calm, almost reassuring. Like everything was doing exactly what it was supposed to be doing.
At the same time, there was a faint sense of something about to change. Not visible in any clear way, but present. Like the season had already shifted slightly underneath what you could see.
That’s what stayed with me, and that’s what these paintings come from.