I have totally loved making these paintings.

Painting is a true adventure. There is purpose, risk,(although not life threatening) challenge, planning and often joy. I paint outdoors.

I have a number of sites I return to, as does David Hockney, a hero of mine.

At FrenchPass I see beauty, big spaces, wide sky’s, and I remember the excitement of sailing through the pass.

At the top of Port Underwood hill I see an inviting harbour, scoured hill sides, a happy/ sad, beautiful/ ugly place.

On the north side of the harbour the words Primary Industry/ Forest Block came  to mind and coloured the pictures. The bush has gone, the remnants of forestry not too pretty

Don and I drove a very long way in Australia. The happy days were those when I could paint, a harsh, alien landscape of huge spaces and wonderful colour.