This was fun to draw. The negative space of the water fall; the juicy contrast of the rocks; the white-on-white experimentation – I hope I’ve created a place you would want to visit. This piece is inspired by the geology and flora of Tasmania.
The monastic community at Holokee were accustomed to the rumbles and complaints of their namesake volcano. For millennia their prayers and offerings had kept the sleeping giant at bay. Whenever the mountain shook or smoke billowed from the caldera the oldest monks would take the youngest monks to the rim. There they would chant and offer… Continue reading The Lahar
As far back as I can remember high summer was the season we looked forward to most. It was that lazy time of the year when the warm breezes came down from the north to make the mattress-sized leaves of the terra-oaks dance and rattle against each other, filling the countryside with for miles around… Continue reading High Summer