edited painting from December (forgot I no longer had it on tumblr)
VI, oil on linen, 40 x 45 cm
When I recall making this painting I’m totally transported to the time and place that I made it. Blistering Australian heat, and then on one day there was a thunderstorm. The eucalyptus smell of the wet trees after it stopped raining. Sitting at the bus-stop and talking to the weaver from opposite my studio about her Parliament House commissions. Really mundane stuff. I miss it a little.