The Paint Pot

I paint what I love. It may resonate, it may have references to things, but essentially what I paint reflects what I respond to. In this case mostly the south-west of Tasmania although I have also included two images of the much younger dolerite of Ben Lomond in the north-east of Tasmania.

The south-west is a place unknown by most Australians, probably most Tasmanians. It is wild, wonderful, inspirational. It is itself. A strange and beautiful geology of Precambrian and Cambrian quartz etched by glaciation and shaped by uplift. Of fault lines that are overdue for a shift. Of veins in schist. Of a myriad colours that change with the ever-changing weather of the south-west. It is home to buttongrass plains. To emerald green cushion plants and myrtle forests that glow coppery-red in spring. And a proliferation of wildflowers that in late spring and early summer can blossom, sometimes, like a well-planned cottage garden.

This landscape is a refuge from a high-tech world. It re-affirms the order of things. A natural order. And one that sublimates.