Oil on linen, ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
Living so close to the beach I find seascapes creeping more and more into my works, although I am still fascinated with the skies above them.
The beach I walk each morning with my two Westies changes everyday depending on the tides, the wind, and the seasons. There are days when the beach can seem rugged and ruthless and then days of calm and quiet. The weather is such a dominant force on this small peninsula jutting out into Bass Strait.