I’ve no idea whether Forget-me-nots are native to Australia, but this area of bush was full of them, and very nice they looked too. A real burst of spring colour. It remains to be seen if anyone gets upset by this painting. With European naïvety I made some paintings a few years ago of great drifts of purple … More Forget me not
A little further up the creek, so to speak.
Did I mention I enjoy walking? Maybe once or twice? Urban walking, bush walking, mountain trekking, reef walking and, as pictured below, creek walking. I’m not sure creek walking is a thing, but I do enjoy getting down into a creek for a bit of a scramble. My favourite is probably the Torrent de Pareis in Mallorca, although I’m … More Creek Walking I
Another wee gouache sketch from down on the coast. A rock arch, the surviving part of a formation known as London Bridge until it, um, fell down. Just like in the song. Give a rock formation a bad name, eh? Coincidentally this arch features in a recent piece by an artist and blogging mate Dan … More Arch
Brrr. It was a chilly hike through the low-growing and twisted snow gums on the east slopes of Mt Buller. The skiing season had yet to get properly underway so we had the place to ourselves. A wonderful new range of colours and sensory experiences to be had from the environment here. This is a … More Snow on Mt Buller
This small sketch is from a biking tour back in 1997. From memory this was the best weather we had in two weeks of cycling. Midsummer in Scotland. I’m standing on the east coast of Skye looking back at the Scottish mainland across Loch Hourn. Big drops of rain find their way into the acrylic, … More Isle Ornsay
Sketches from a hike around Cwmorthin slate mine near Blaenau Ffestiniog in north Wales. Quarrying on the site started in 1810 and finally ended in 1997. During the late 1800’s conditions in the mine were so bad that the place gained its nickname “the slaughterhouse”. When the sun’s out, it’s a pleasant enough valley but … More The Slaughterhouse