The Great Lake

A weekend away with a fabulous group of people was just what I needed. Painting, wine, food and good company (and a lovely dog). The cider gums were spectacular and heart-wrenching. The effects of drought and climate change visualised in the screaming, twisting forms. They still caught bits of pure blue sky, stuck on their sharp, tortured branches. I thought about the project as I painted, was nice to be at a bit of distance from it for a day or two. I collected frottage from the dead trunks, charcoal from burnt remains. As I painted I was aware of returning to sections of the landscape, repainting layers seen at slightly different times of day, the shifting sun changing the form.

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