Driving across this country, you come around a bend and suddenly the scale of it hits you โ the hills rolling in long, golden curves, the deep green of tree cover clinging to the gullies, everything saturated with that confident summer light. The freeway cutting through the middle distance barely registers, a thin line of grey in all that warmth. Working in oils, I was drawn to the weight and mass of the hillside โ the way shadow and sun play across its surface creating almost architectural forms in the ochre and sienna. The blue sky above is clean and unambiguous; this is a landscape that isn't subtle about anything.
There is something deeply restorative about painting country like this โ the directness of it, the abundance of colour โ and my hope is that when you stand in front of it, you feel a breath of that open air.