Working the paint up in translucent layers to suggest the wearing of time on the landscape. This is from a mountain on Cooplacurripa Station in New South Wales. As a child I drove through this station to get to the coast from Nowendoc, once a fortnight my father would take us to get supplies and the road through this station was the shortest route to the coast. In fact it was a long journey of some two and a half hours . I was always fascinated with the bare hills that spoke to me of something ancient and primitive, laying in the landscape like huge monoliths. I have tried to capture that feeling in this piece.
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