The air was the same every morning but we never tired of it. Cool and rich, the breezes brought with them an earthy aroma that spun our old windmill. In order to keep out the rot we lathered all exposed wood in Wollemi oil. The rest of the house was hewn out of solid dolerite… Continue reading The Cloud House
Her eyes followed me from across the pond. She lay on the grassy bank amongst swampy clover and herbaceous pennywort, soaking up the peak of the afternoon sun. As I approached from behind she perked up, looking back over her shoulder to keep an eye on me.
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.
My relationship with the Sewanee Perimeter Trail has become alarmingly intimate. After having collected over 1,200 data points on the thing this past summer 2016 I couldn’t shake images of the track from my mind. This scene of Proctors Hall found its way onto paper while I was working with professor David Haskell on an independent study project last semester.
It’s a familiar landscape, trod by many, and is a beautiful portal into the natural world. If you haven’t yet this year, this month, this week or today I implore you; find some ground, lace up your boots and start walking.