Thunderclouds caught in the setting sun make miniatures out the majestic coastal range on the far side of the Straight of Georgia. The very swiftness of their movement in the fading light offers us a skyward dance across the sky which we are all but bewitched into accepting. How does a painter capture this swelling of spirit and visceral sense of tingling presence? The answer may seem obvious – with a brush of course. But is it really that simple? To take a moment like this and stand before a blank canvas with a few oil pigments squeezed from their tubes and then translate such an experience? No it is difficult. In fact it took me two years to get up the nerve to try. Yet, with several photographic references from the experience it was easy to be standing on the shore at Georgina Point looking up at the sky and to be swept away by these cloud partners as my brush recorded each pass we made across the sky.