Montreal, 2005, oil on linen, 48 x 54 inches
It is winter. It is very cold. Montreal is covered in snow, a fluffy white powder that lies
over the city like a comforter.
You are high above Mont Royal, looking down at its black rock top poking out of the snow and up through the
downtown office towers. The cold blue St. Lawrence River sweeps through the view, crossed by the city’s famous
bridges. The highways lead south across the floodplain to the remnant hills that mark the beginning point
of the ‘townships’.