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| In a society increasingly insulated from nature, art can provide a vicarious connection with the natural world and a window into our perceptions of it. Ironically, however, since nature artists have many of the same pressures to deal with as everyone else, the insulating effects of modern life can dull the very inspiration that drives that art. WREAF combats that dulling effect in dramatic fashion. WREAF crews live their art on extended and self-supported expeditions in some of the most rugged and remote regions of North America. The arduous rigors and sublime joys of wilderness travel provide an intense and intimate immersion in the mother lode of inspiration and a reconnection with wildness ... the indifference to humans of our ancient Earth. The resulting artwork, however varied, is connected by a thread of shared adventure and experience. By exhibiting our individual visions together within a natural history context, we work to raise awareness of the region in which these rivers run; the North American Wilderness. Our principal focus is the Boreal Forest. The Boreal is the largest terrestrial ecosystem on Earth, the greatest wilderness in the world, critical for global climate, fresh water, indigenous cultures, wildlife, birds, minerals, pulp, timber, energy and within a day's drive of billions of people, yet virtually unknown to the general public. |

| "Sharing the River", River Otter, northern Ontario; by John Pitcher acrylic original from the 2001 expedition. |
| This story is from a canoe trip that I took over 20 years ago with my father while I was a NYC freelance advertising artist. I didn't paint on the journey, but it was my first real wilderness trip and as such was an important part of the foundations of WREAF as it deeply impressed me with the magic of canoeing a wild and remote river Bull Moose; Up close and pretty personal By Rob Mullen |
There had been no room for the tent in the dense spruce crowding the river for miles, yet even with the long summer twilight this far north it was time to stop for the night. Seeing a few blades of grass on top of a short steep cut-bank, I spun our canoe into shore; it would have to be here. Either that or sleep in the boat. The clearing was easily big enough for a gear bag or two, but the tent required some imaginative engineering. So it was that as the glow from the sunset finally gave up and Dad started snoring, I tended a small twig fire stretched out from the tent in the comfort of my sleeping bag only a foot or so from the straight drop to the river several feet below. I was meditatively staring into the tiny flames as I absently tried drying my socks, not a care in the world and just letting the night noises flow around me when right in front ………… BGFLUREOOOOOOOOOWHSHSHSHSH!!!!!! It sounded like a fire-hose! Shocked out of my reverie I covered the flames with my hand so that my eyes could adjust. There, glinting in the small light was an enormous hairy back. I was looking at the top of something huge only a few feet away with most of its massive bulk out of sight below the edge of the riverbank. With a rushing cascade of water the head rose up, gallons pouring from the velvet of his wide antlers. The bull gave me glaring look from his beady eye reflecting in the firelight and moved on with his feeding. There is simply no way he didn’t see the fire; he obviously just didn’t care - he was after all the biggest beast in the forest - so I could only interpret his peeing in the river just in front of me as some sort of a statement. |
| Slate Islands Expedition Completed September 8, 2008 Page coming soon Full funding support from Ontario Tourism |
| Lake Kamestastin, Labrador Expedition Completed October 18, 2008 |
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