A.Y. Jackson painted Algoma in November, likely with oils, turning a landscape into an emotional weather report. I love how the mark-making feels both deliberate and intuitive, kind of like how I approach a canvas, you know, feeling my way through it. The texture is so interesting; it's not quite smooth, not quite rough, but somewhere in between. You can see the brushstrokes, especially in the sky, those horizontal lines. They give the sky this incredible weight, this feeling of impending something. Look at how he uses color to create depth, the muted browns and greys. But then, BAM! A pop of warm orange in the treeline. That little burst of colour is a reminder that even in the bleakest landscapes, there's always a spark of life. It reminds me a little of Van Gogh, you know, that intensity and raw emotion, but with a Canadian twist. It’s a reminder that art is this ongoing conversation, a way of seeing and feeling the world that we pass along to each other.