It’s amazing how often this corner of Australia conjures environments that I didn’t expect despite all my European perspective tourist-guide-book research. And then, occasionally, it looks just like my imagined Australia: dry dirt roads, endless clear sky, dust and a landscape punctuated by mysterious agricultural structures.
Some paintings seem to flow effortlessly while others, like this one, are a right struggle. Witness the layers of paint and redrawing. I’ve been at this one on and off for a year. A big breakthrough came last week when I found my original sketch which I had carefully filed on the studio floor. I used it to draw back into the painting. The colours do what I wanted them to do so I think it’s finished now.