Spring
I painted this last Spring when the bottlebrush and wattle were waking from their winter slumber and coming to life.
Bursts of yellow and red peppered everywhere on the sides of the road. The wattle coming in first to be followed by the bottlebrush. Trees so heavy with brush that they bend over, lightly kissing the ground, their shapes reminding me of willow trees
There is gold that runs through this painting to depict the thread of life that keeps the cyclical nature of flora in check. Sleeping and waking in tune and response to the life force that animates it all
Acrylic on canvas
60×90cm
I painted this last Spring when the bottlebrush and wattle were waking from their winter slumber and coming to life.
Bursts of yellow and red peppered everywhere on the sides of the road. The wattle coming in first to be followed by the bottlebrush. Trees so heavy with brush that they bend over, lightly kissing the ground, their shapes reminding me of willow trees
There is gold that runs through this painting to depict the thread of life that keeps the cyclical nature of flora in check. Sleeping and waking in tune and response to the life force that animates it all
Acrylic on canvas
60×90cm
I painted this last Spring when the bottlebrush and wattle were waking from their winter slumber and coming to life.
Bursts of yellow and red peppered everywhere on the sides of the road. The wattle coming in first to be followed by the bottlebrush. Trees so heavy with brush that they bend over, lightly kissing the ground, their shapes reminding me of willow trees
There is gold that runs through this painting to depict the thread of life that keeps the cyclical nature of flora in check. Sleeping and waking in tune and response to the life force that animates it all
Acrylic on canvas
60×90cm