Almost every Tuesday for the last six months, since January 2019, I have been catching a tram down Brunswick Street, Fitzroy, to draw beautiful Victorian buildings on location. It started as a personal passion project to draw the street, and I have to say that I...
A chilly day on top of Mount Dandenong, rushing to watercolour the view in a few minutes while my family stood shivering impatiently behind me.
Drawing the sculptures at the Living Desert in Broken Hill as the sun sets. Watercolour of “Under the Jaguar Sun” by Antonio Tirado.
Standing in Swanston Street, Melbourne as the ANZAC Day Parade passed. You couldn’t have anything more symbolic than a lighthorseman – so I painted him.
Taking time to stop and draw the simple things around me is what I consider my form of mindfulness. This is a drawing of vines under a shady verandah.
A weekend away in sunny Balmain, looking over the rooftops. Not much traffic but no need with a Sydney Harbour ferry almost at your doorstep.
I painted Dad’s cottage over the top of collaged wine labels – I thought that was appropriate, given his love of wine. A little wagon sits outside the windows.
Beth’s art group organised a summer picnic at Heide Park, complete with lots of yummy stuff and equal amounts of art materials. Thus the corrugated cows.
Watercolour of my mum’s luscious garden in Queenscliff. Brilliant colours, everywhere you look. It’s the perfect place to relax.
I am the quiet, squishing my toes in the sand type of person. It fits well with sitting on the beach drawing the ferries and lighthouses around Queenscliff