I am not sure whether it’s the material; the sloppy oily texture of the paint sliding onto board off my brush. Maybe its Cadmium yellow or anything in the Naples range. Perhaps it’s Australian red gold, oh I love that shade, not to mention red red red! These make my eyes bounce out of my head and my heart sing for the wonder of them. When I paint a carmine road I follow the brush, lost in the hue and travel on a painterly journey.The land fills me up and my brush is enthralled to find the romance and power that gently abides.The craggy cliffs and mountains way off that look like lions compete with palms and rolling green and gold valleys under luminous ever-changing skies. Yellow as a nod to my favourites Van Gogh and Vermeer and to help me tell the story of our struggle to stop the filthy gas so we might keep our trees. Red and reason for my master Soutine, brush for Boyd and sky for Turner. I like a folly that might be a yellow umbrella floating on a breeze for our “lock the gate” stand, a knitting Nana bringing home the bread through ruins, or just things left behind to nature under luscious hell bent skies.