The quiet stillness descends as the sun lowers in the west under a big, silent sky.
Magpies warble softly, a lone king parrot cries out from a distant tree with its squeaky gate call.
Shadows lengthen, gather and pool together. The scattered tall trees, survivors from an old forest, catch the last golden rays, soaking them up, remembering.
This painting is based on memories as I haven’t walked the ridge for a while, but it’s left a lasting impression on me. Unlike the previous painting in which I stuck to palette knives for the majority of the work until the very end when brushes were used for finishing touches, this one is entirely brush work as I wanted a softer, more atmospheric feel.
“Up on Isaacs Ridge at sundown” is acrylic and ink on 42x61cm hardboard.
