Acrylic on wood, ready to hang.

Signed on the back.

This painting is an ode to the trees and telegraph poles my mother painted, the late Eleanor McDonald. She had a wonderful way of seeing beauty in everyday things. When facing primary and secondary cancers, she formed a creative practice of looking up and painting the skyline, finding the strange lines of electric wires and tree tops inspiring and distracting from challenging times or internal states.
This place at first appeared to be a strange little dirt road cul-de-sac in the bush (littered in parts by people's stowaway rubbish, old matresses and car parts). Having lugged out my easel and paints down this unknown path I was disgruntled and ready to turn back (looking for a "more beautiful or pure" vista). I was then greeted by two little birds flying around each other in such spirit that my eye followed them up to this peculiar scene. The moment I saw the telegraph pole I felt this must be why I'd come.
It's somehow beautiful, despite it's strangeness and it brought me great joy to create.
Painted in part plein air and part studio.