One of the best things about living in Ballarat is the climate. Did I hear howls of derision from Queenslanders? Sure, winters can be chilly, with a snow flurry now and again, but they’re short and just as you think you might be fed up of nights in front of the fire with a book and a … More Wattle Time
Looking down from Boronia Peak in the Grampians on the tops of the gum trees and the distant plain in full mid-day sun. Australia is the brightest place I’ve ever walked and the sun can be quite a challenge to hikers. Not something I ever needed to worry about in Scotland. However hats, sun-block and … More From Boronia Peak
I like a bit of wilderness, and if you turn your back on the skiers and head east from Mount Buller in Victoria you can find it in abundance. This was drawn as the first snow of winter fell, and lay, and melted. And fell. The cold was bone-numbing. Such is the changeable nature of … More Razor Viking Wilderness
Looking north from Mt Buninyong. I like a volcano, even an extinct one, so I’m pretty happy with the number dotted around Ballarat. The one in the foreground is Mt. Warrenheip. And the title? Well, I have been painting for around 30 years, and I have been calling each painting something prosaic like Ballarat Lane XXVIII, which … More And pallid evening twines its beaming hair
There’s probably a cool Zen way to say this, but I’m not really interested in the “thingness” of things. When I paint, I’m mostly concerned with how it feels to be in an environment, not what it looks like, and certainly not what the individual items are. These are not trees, they are patches of … More Metaphor and the thingness of things
