Like so many in the community and across the province, Laurelyn and I were very saddened to learn of the passing of Newfoundland artist, Gerry Squires. Our thoughts and prayers have been with his family and friends in this very difficult time.
One of those good friends is Clifford George. Clifford wrote this poem in his memory, and he gave us permission to share it here.
Renaissance Man
Yes I can hear and feel your soul as you lie there. I can see and hear the land wash of Exploits Island from the space you now occupy.
The roaming black faced sheep of Exploits and smoke of the old salt box chimneys linger in the sky.
Your deep-rooted boyhood memories brought you back to this land that you have conquered with brush, pencil and paint.
Old sage, old Emperor of the Newfoundland renaissance we pay tribute to your stillness, your Newfoundland.
These photos were taken by Margaret Ayad at an artist’s retreat at The Doctor’s House last fall. It was truly our honour to have Gerry join us then, and we will cherish the memory.