I choose roads as a motif almost habitually. I like them as a metaphor and the way the ribbons of asphalt carve up the natural space and give a man made geography to place. These threads take us on journeys and a missed turn or different road taken might mean a new adventure or something unexpected.
Lavender out of Lawrence
A cross to Lawrence
Eureka Cross Roads
I take a lot of instruction from the movement in the clouds or the light that lies on the land and shapes how the contours are formed that much like a portrait of a face identify the character. I endeavour to simplify these in simple brush strokes where one dark mix of Prussian Blue, Burnt Umber and Carmine for a bruised hue will describe a ridge that gives the land it’s logic. I am continuously instructed by the precision of nature’s maths and am in constant awe that all things in the natural world work in such a mind-boggling symphony and grace as to appear simple and random.