On the roof of Australia, time moves differently. This is a place where nothing stands between you and the sky; a place where this country's sacred rivers are born...
Time seems to both rush and move glacially at the same time. There’s a sense of beginning, of birth, but also of tremendous age. It reminded me of my smallness in this world, and also my importance. These places won’t continue to exist unless people like us keep connecting with them, and joining the fight to keep them safe.
This painting is based on a photograph I took on the hike to Kunama Namadgi/Mt Kosciuszko, of the headwaters of one of the many rivers that begin up there. It's like looking out a window and straight up the river. You can almost feel the chill wind blowing off the snow. There's a crispness, a purity in the air; the spray coming off the rocks is invigorating.