Texture and colour stay in motion across everything as seasons change. Toronto has a life of its own; it has become its own entity, a man made natural phenomenon.
Because of this I find Toronto can only truly be captured in Impressionism, where there is a corresponding feel of movement and light, as I can only ever get a sense.
Toronto’s breaking of the skyline, and the way it is in a constant state of change, reminds me of the mountains in British Columbia where I grew up.
Its sprawling mass shifts too much to pin down in a single moment.