Moon Road

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 … More Moon Road

From the Vaults V

Back to the 1980’s. A still life set up in my studio in the Meadow Mill building in Dundee, part of the WASPS network of studios throughout Scotland. It was a great working atmosphere and I have very fond memories of that time and those folks… although it was possibly the coldest non-refrigerated building in … More From the Vaults V

Wombat Creek

In some parts of the bush, even in the heat of summer, there is cool shade. This is a painting of Wombat Creek which flows through Wombat State Forest near Daylesford. I was going all-out for a tonal study here in just burnt umber and ultramarine, but a little extra colour crept in at the last … More Wombat Creek

More Wattle

This time the wattle  is just coming into bloom on Chatauqua Peak near Hall’s Gap in the Grampians. I don’t get so much time to bushwalk at the moment what with jobs and family. When we do manage to get away we usually don’t get to Hall’s Gap until late afternoon, when only enough daylight remains for … More More Wattle

From the Vaults IV

Uh oh, more 80’s stuff. This one was kicked of by a Vladimir Nabokov short story about fear and how we deal with it. From memory the narrator doesn’t deal with it too well. The piece is once again a slightly surreal mixture of still-life elements in an imagined environment. Imagery here includes chattering clockwork teeth … More From the Vaults IV

Wattle Time

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