The Greatest Mountain

The Greatest Mountain follows Rising Beyond Memory. After painting the old energies and memories that had built up in Eastern Canada, I needed time to process the condensed remnants that lingered within me.

The pain and longing, the hope and inner warnings, and the sense of liberation. Once everything connects into one great whole, there's always a moment where you have to let it go and renew yourself. I sat at my desk, letting my hand draw out what needed to be released from within. Breathing deeply, I fell into a brief but focused meditation, searching for the places that needed to be cut away. Suddenly, an image of a massive, majestic mountain rushed into my mind.

I'd never seen a mountain like this before. Pale gray mist, thick with dew like a cloudy dawn, hung over the forest. It felt so close I could almost smell the damp earth if I took a deep breath. From between the cracks of massive rocks radiating energy deeper than the earth, I felt a faint rhythm—a heartbeat-like pulse, distant yet steady, like drumming in the far-off mountains.

With my eyes closed, I followed the rhythm as my brush moved on its own. Patterns emerged. As the energy connected, my emotions were rapidly cleansed.

“We are all connected. Though we may seem like separate pieces, when seen from afar, we are all part of one greater whole.”

Only then did I realize why I had been painting one long scene across smaller canvases rather than one large canvas. The three canvases are each their own, yet together they form one complete landscape—much like how this world works.

Nature isn’t something to own or control. It’s the origin of life, the cycle we are born into and grow within. In the moment of clarity, I found myself a part of nature once again.