
Forest 2, oil and acrylic on board,oil and acrylic on board, 59cm x 42cm, 2019

Forest 2, oil and acrylic on board,oil and acrylic on board, 59cm x 42cm, 2019

Hillside on the Road to Kosciuszko, Oil and acrylic on board, 40cm x 25cm, 2019

Breast Rocks, 24cm x 18cm, oil and acrylic on board, 2019 sold

Helmet Rock, 24cm x 18cm, oil and acrylic on board, 2019

Rocks and Snow Plein Air, Kosciuszko National Park, 40cm x 25cm, oil and acrylic on board, 2019

The Snowy Mountains from Kelton Plain, 40cm x 25cm, oil and acrylic on board, 2019

Melting Snow Plein Air, 59cm x 42cm, oil and acrylic on board, 2019

Change, 59cm x 42cm, oil and acrylic on board, 2019

There is a great struggle going on in very slow motion. This sandstone headland was laid down from eroded quartz 200 million years ago has been lifted up above the receding sea as cliffs and then relentlessly battered by wind, rain and waves. It seems to be falling apart but it resists in its defiance of the inevitable death and rebirth.

It was under the shelter of this ledge, before World War 2 that my uncles constructed their hut from found timber spilled from the decks of ships, local stone, cement and a lock-up door. It had beds , pots, pans, a table and chairs with shortened legs to accommodate the sloping stone floor. Here they would spend weekends fishing and catching rabbits in traps.