This painting was a commission, and a personal one for a few reasons. It was a wedding gift to my cousin and his bride from my parents, my aunts and uncles, and myself. They decided on this image of the Kiskatinaw River Bridge, near Dawson Creek, BC. The woman my cousin married grew up in Dawson Creek. Her brother captured the photograph this painting.
As it happens, for a few formative years in the late 1950s and early 1960s, my father and his brothers grew up in Dawson Creek (and nearby in Taylor, too). At that time, they travelled over this bridge frequently.
I have never been to Dawson Creek, but I feel like I know it well and would very much like to get up there someday. I have always envied my dad’s stories of being a kid growing up there, fishing and hunting with my grandfather. I also know a lot of my comfort food cooking comes to me from my grandmother’s convenient and economical recipes, some of which she likely collected at that time. It’s nice to have another family connection to that place, and I enjoyed pondering this landscape and bridge with all my attention as I painted it.