Good news! We are OPEN!

Visit us to see our current exhibitions “Woven Woods” by Lorraine Roy and the community art quilt “From Behind the Mask” by Brenda Reid. We can’t wait to welcome you back! Covid-19 rules in effect.

Featured Children Programs

Featured Adult Programs

Endangered
Species

With Dottie
In-person Aug 12, 19, 26, 2021
Thursdays from 1:30-3:30pm

Intro to Photography
and Composition

With Dottie
In-person Aug 12, 19 , 26, 2021
Thursdays from 4:30-6:30pm

Plein Air One Day
Painting Workshop

With Cheryl-Ann Hills
In-person Tuesday August 3
from 10:00-11:30am

Around
the Block

With Trevor Waurechen
In-person Aug 9, 16, 23, 30, Sep 13
Mondays from 6:30-8:30pm

Exhibitions

WATSon

Woven Woods

Lorraine Roy

Exhibition
May 21 – August 29, 2021

From Behind the Mask

Brenda Reid

Exhibition
May 21 – August 29, 2021

Click on the cover image to learn about our upcoming exhibitions for 2021

Collection Highlights

Dinner at the Watsons

The Watson residence, situated in the village of Doon on the outskirts of Kitchener, served as a home, studio, and gallery to members of the

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Phoebe’s Green Ledger

Phoebe Watson is often depicted as Homer Watson’s devoted sister, but what is really known about her? What were her interests, passions and ambitions? For the

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Homer Watson House & Gallery is the standing homestead and art studio of Canadian Artist Homer Ransford Watson (1855 – 1936)

Today the Homer Watson House & Gallery aims to preserve and celebrate the legacy of Homer Watson’s creative spirit through appreciation, enjoyment and practice of the visual arts. Through exhibitions, events, programs and a museum space of the late artist’s studio, the Homer Watson House & Gallery has something for everyone.

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The Loch Doon area was memorialized in celebrated Scottish poet, Robert Burns piece “Ye banks and braes O’ bonnie Doon”

Ye banks and braes o’ bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu’ o’ care?
Thou’lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o’ departed joys,
Departed, never to return.

Aft hae I rov’d by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o’ its love,
And fondly sae did I o’ mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose,
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover stole my rose,
But, ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.