Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

A landscape inspired by exploring the West Coast of Tasmania.

People asked me when I returned from a four day West Coast trip " How was it? What was the best part?"
I felt a bit stumped. I had been slack at getting back here for at least 12 years. Passing Cradle country, Strahan, the Gordon River, the amazing temperate rainforest, coming back via Queenstown (which felt like you were in a whole other world), it was all a bit overwhelming and I wanted to give a two hour response not a two minute one. This painting was a way for me to interpret the gist, not a separate scene or a snippet of nature but the gist of the West. It has lichen creeping in, covering much of the special temperate forest area that was once part of Antarctica. Some of the coniferous texture, colour and feel of the huon pines special to this area. The rolling, dramatic feeling of the Tasmanian Queenstown hills towering above you. The feeling of high rainfall, delivering for such a significant part of the year. The dianella, scattered around like a dotted, vibrant, visual spectacular. Finally, the bends and elegance of the Gordon River, surrounded by slopes of dense forest, with immeasurable scientific findings we are yet to even discover. There is gratitude in here, for we are appreciative of having this area protected for those who are next to explore it.